歌詞

The first fall apple splits in two

With summer's loudest crunch

Red cheeks and honest heavy weight

The market's proudest crate

I slice the moons in even rows

Across the little plate

The white turns cream, the edges shine

The kitchen smells like orchards

Crisp and sweet, the season's first

The orchard's opening line

Keep me as the apple of Your eye

And I'll keep these as mine

The lamb receives one paper slice

And holds it like a prize

It nibbles with tremendous care

And begs with both its eyes

One slice for now, one for the pie

The math of autumn days

Crisp and sweet, the season's first

The orchard's opening line

Keep me as the apple of Your eye

And I'll keep these as mine

Summer fruit is soft and loud

And autumn fruit is true

It keeps its crunch, it keeps its word

The way the faithful do

Mmm... mmm... mmm

Crisp and sweet, the season's first

The orchard's opening line

Keep me as the apple of Your eye

And I'll keep these as mine

Crisp and sweet, the season's first

The orchard's opening line

Keep me as the apple of Your eye

And I'll keep these as mine

The first fall apple, sliced and shared

The season signed its name