My Jeanine

Van dyke parks I carry the torch for her in the orchard Apples were last name My jeanine my jeanine Each tree would ignite with blossoms of white And apple her hair enflame My jeanine my jeanine Jeanine in jean and calico A streak of mean don't let it show So when she tells her let her go Her yes may mean no I love her so We would meander now hand in hand in Our appalachian clime My jeanine my jeanine We bring in the spring and toss from the swing Along apple blossom time My jeanine my jeanine Remember when life was north carolina Two bits for cokes and jokes at the diner Time was a magazine My jeanine My jeanine my jeanine My jeanine my jeanine