"My Lady is an Apple Tree" lyrics and music by Benjamin Newman (capo 3) /: G - C G / C - D - :/ / G D C G / C - D - / 1st / C D G - / My Lady is an apple tree when blossoms blow in Spring When love is in the merry breeze, and birds and branches sing So love delights to share each joy, and joy makes lovers whole My Lady is an apple tree, Her fragrance stirs my soul My Lady is an apple tree, green leaves become her well When sap is streaming in the bough, and apples set and swell We drink the light of Summer, do the work that's ours to do My Lady is an apple tree, the fruit She bears is true My Lady is an apple tree, and when Her fruit is crushed The cider runs the sweeter still where the frost has touched So wisdom tempers joy and grief, and wisdom grows with time My Lady is an apple tree, and Autumn is Her prime My Lady is an apple tree, when days are Winter-dim And blossom, leaf and fruit have taken leave of naked limb The life that sleeps in Her will wake, though I may not know when My Lady is an apple tree, and Spring will come again