This man i know Has an apple tree he's hoping will grow Day after day he waits, and what does he see Not one apple on the tree This man i know waits all winter and the tree will now grow 'Til late in spring witht still no fruit to be found He goes out to chop it down Lo and behold Like a miracle swept from the sea Lo and behold there's a fog so thick The man can't see to cut the tree Next morning he All excited he comes running to me Right there for all to see Way up on a bough Small and weak but hanging on somehow Is a baby apple now This man i know waits all winter And the tree will not grow 'Til late in spring with still no fruit to be found He goes out to chop it down Lo and behold Like a miracle swept in from the sea Lo and behold there's a fog so thick The man can't see to cut the tree Next morning he All excited he comes running to me Right there for all to see Way up on a bough Small and weak but hanging on somehow Is a baby apple now