While 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
Squeezes it and says
How you feeling, hon?
And I look across at smiling lips
That won my heart
And I can see my morning sun
And if that's not loving me
Then all I've got to say
God didn't make little green apples
That don't rain in Indianapolis
In the sun
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
That don't rain in Indianapolis
In the summertime
When myself is feeling low
I think of you
I think about her face aglow
To ease my mind
Sometimes I call her up at home
Knowing she's busy
And I ask her if she could get away
And meet me
And maybe *** a bite to eat
And she drives me home

Drops what she's doing
And hurries down to meet me
And I'm always late
But she sits there waiting patiently
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
Is that I'm not in love with you

And can't imagine
That all I could be

God didn't make the little green apples
And it don't snow
In Minionapolis
When the winter comes
There's no such thing as make-believe
Puppy dogs
And autumn needs
No good gulls
God didn't make the little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis
In the summertime






summertime
when myself
is feeling low
I think about her face
to glow to ease
my mind
little green apples
little green apples
little green apples