Pick Your Apples Lyrics

As the morning falls over Vermont

And the mountains are bathing in sun

The orchard has come alive with the wrens

And the apples are ripe to the taste

It's a beautiful morning

The Macs shining red

The Honeycrisp glisten

And the Ginger Golds rest

We've run out of Galas

The Empire's next

We're out in the orchard

We're taking the best

Pick your apples from the tree

And put your apples in the bin

And pick your apples from the tree

And put your apples in the bin

Be careful not to bruise'em

If they're punctured, we could lose'em

Pick your apples from the tree

And put your apples in the bin

Beware of the maggots and flies

If you blink, they will come for your eyes

And the feared wooly aphid

It will stick and stain

You won't get it off

No, you don't stand a chance

Pick your apples from the tree

And put your apples in the bin

And pick your apples from the tree

And put your apples in the bin

Be careful not to bruise'em

If they're punctured, we could lose'em

Pick your apples from the tree

And put your apples in the bin

Pick your apples from the tree

And put your apples in the bin

And pick your apples from the tree

And put your apples in the bin

Be careful not to bruise'em

If they're punctured, we could lose'em

Pick your apples from the tree

And put your apples in the bin