Let's talk about an old time She arrived here, her accent, hard to define, what she said But he loved her even then He said my dear, what will it take? She said I don't need diamonds, nothing from a mine Away from this city for a different life I breathe fresh air, just fine And take me... To apple trees To where I can see Their branches meet the skies Well I'm growing wild, and I am wanting... To feel the clouds by my side There are greener pastures Greener than the ones that I'm standing on Oh city, with your golden streets, oh how you try To outshine the sun And the stars in the sky at night But I like to dance under moonlight Apple trees, oh take me To where their branches meet the sky Well I'm growing wild, and I am wanting To feel the clouds by my side Apple trees Oh take me To where their branches meet the sky Well I'm growing wild and I am wanting To feel the clouds by my side