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