Well, I wake up in the morning with my hair down in my eyes and she says, hi.And I stumble to the breakfast table while the kids are going off to school, goodbye.And she reaches out and takes my hand and squeezes it and says, how you feeling, hon?And I look across at smiling lips that warm my heart and see my morning sun.And if that's not loving me, then all I've got to say,God didn't make the little green apples and it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime.There's no such thing as Dr. Seuss, Disneyland, Mother Goose, no nursery rhyme.God didn't make the little green apples and it don't snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes.And when my self is feeling low, I think about your face aglow and ease my mind.Sometimes I call her up at home knowing she's busy.And ask if she could get away and meet me, maybe *** a bite to eat.And she drops what she's doing, and 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,then all I've got to say,God didn't make the little green apples and it don't snow in Minneapolis when the winter comes.There's no such thing as make-believe, puppy dogs and autumn leaves, no BB guns.God didn't make the little green apples and it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime.Things wouldn't have been this great if we hadn't had Sookie.God didn't make the little green apples and she took my syncing...and he made my syncing...Until I was 10 years old, you see.that your voice isn't worth even 10 years of crying.It meansyou