Ant McNaught

Apple in my pocket.
Apple of my eye.
I’m gonna love her till I die.
 
There is a robin on my window
sings a lullaby,
so sweetly I could cry.
 
Trouble on my doorstep.
Well, how should I know why?
I know it’s gonna pass me by.
 
We lay beside the river
and the clouds go drifting by.
She whispers something to me. I reply.
 
I’ve got an apple in my pocket
and she is the apple of my eye.
I’m gonna love her till I die.