Mother of the spring
Her branches cradle slipping,
Buds, yawning open,
Welcome by an aging man
He greets them fondly
With memories of when
Her bows were arms that held him as a younger man
Together, they would marvel at
The birth of spring time

Now he stands beneath the apple blossoms
Every year where they used to go walking
And he tells her about the summer and the autumn,
The winter in his heart,
And their apple blossoms
(Apple blossoms)

In summer they would dream
Of being three and smile,
Imagining how round,
As the apples on the ground
That fall, they loved and waited

But winter came too soon
Before their seed could bloom
She wilted from the chill
And all fell cold and still

Now he stands beneath the apple blossoms
Every year where they use to go walking
And he tells her about the summer and the autumn,
The winter in his heart,
And their apple blossoms

As he opened the after, as she fell
He prayed heaven would be waiting to meet her
He kisses her cold cheek goodbye,
But he couldn't surrender the hope of staying silent
So in her fallen hands he placed a seed from their favorite tree
And he laid her to rest beneath the blanket of white
'Till they'd meet again in the spring time

Now he stands beneath the apple blossoms,
Every year where they used to go walking
Walking, hmm, mmm
Walking

And from above she's always watching
But her body lies beneath the apple blossoms
Apple blossoms
Blossom
Blossom
Blossom

Mother of the spring
The sleeping bud she cradles,
Slowly, unopened
Welcome by an aging man
He greets them fondly
Fondly, beneath the apple blossoms
Beneath the apple