Little Green Apples Songtext
von Johnny Mathis

And I wake up in the morning with my hair down in my eyes
And she says "Hi"
So I stumble to the breakfast table
While the kids are going off to school
Goodbye
She reaches out and takes my hand
Squeezes it, says "How′re you feeling, hon?"
And I look across at smiling lips that warm my heart
And I see my morning sun
And if that's not loving me
Then all I′ve got to say
Is God didn't make little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
There′s no such thing as Doctor Seuss
Disneyland and Mother Goose, there′s no nursery rhyme
My God didn't make little green apples
And it don′t rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
Oh, and when myself is feeling low
I think about her face aglow that ease my mind Now sometimes, sometimes I call her up at home
Knowing she's busy
I ask if she could get away and grab a bite to eat
Oh, and she drops what she′s doing
Hurries down to meet me
And I'm always late
She sits waiting patiently
And smiles when she first sees me
′Cause she's made that way
And if that's not loving me
Oh, all I′ve got to say
My God didn′t make no little green apples
And it don't rain in Minneapolis when the winter comes
There′s no such thing as make-believe
Puppy dogs, autumn leaves, and BB guns
God didn't make little green apples
And it don′t rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
When myself is feeling low, I think about her face aglow