Watching the Apples Grow
Stan Rogers
D/C# : x44232 It's ear_-ly up_ Ontario farm_ chicken_ crow for day_ I wish_ I grew Annapolis apples up above_ Fundy's Bay_ Oh_ it seems so far away_ On the ridge_ above_ Acadia's town_ to the valley_ down below_ The eve_- ning shadow falls upon the family_ listening to the ra_-di_-o_ And_ watching_ the apples grow_ Down on the farm_ back_ among the family_ away from On_-ta_rio_ Hear_ the ladies singing to their men_ dancing it_ heel and toe_ And_ watching_ the apples grow_ Onta_-rio_ you know_ I've seen_ a place I'd rather be_ Your scum_-my lakes and city of Toronto don't_ do a damn thing for me_ I'd_ rather live_ by the sea_ I've watched_ the V's of geese go by_ the foxfoot in the snow_ I've climbed_ the ridge of Gaspereaux Mountain_ looking to the valley be_-low_ And_ watching_ the apples grow_ Down on the farm_ back_ among the family_ away from On_-ta_rio_ Hear_ the ladies singing to their men_ dancing it_ heel and toe_ And_ watching_ the apples grow_ Down on the farm_ back_ among the family_ away from On_-ta_rio_ Hear_ the ladies singing to their men_ dancing it_ heel and toe_ And_ watching_ the apples grow_ Down on the farm_ back_ among the family_ away from On_-ta_rio_ Hear_ the ladies singing to their men_ dancing it_ heel and toe_ And_ watching_ the apples grow_