It's cherry pink and apple blossom

white

When your true lover comes your way

It's cherry pink and apple blossom white

The poets say

The boy looked into her eyes,

It was a sight to enthrall

The breezes joined in their sighs, the blossoms started to fall

And as they gently carressed, the lovers looked up to find

The branches of the two trees were intertwined

And that is why the poets always write

If there's a new moon bright above

It's cherry pink and apple blossom white

When you're in love