Текст Dennis Brown – Little Green Apples

And I wake up in the mornin’
With my hair down in my eyes and she says «hi»
And I stumble to the breakfast table
While the kids are goin’ off to school… goodbye

And if that’s not lovin’ me, then all I’ve got to say
God didn’t make little green apples
And it don’t rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
And there’s no such thing as Mother Seuss
Or Disneyland, and Mother Goose, no nursery rhyme
Jah didn’t make little green apples
And it don’t rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
And when myself is feelin’ low
I think about her face aglow and ease my mind

Sometimes I call her up at home knowin’ she’s busy
And ask her if she could get away and meet me
And maybe we could grab a bite to eat
And she drops what she’s doin’
And she hurries down to meet me and I’m always late
But she sits waitin’ patiently
And smiles when she first sees me
‘Cause she’s made that way

And if that’s not lovin’ me, then all I’ve got to say
Jah didn’t make little green apples
And it don’t rain in Indianapolis in the wintertime
And there’s no such thing as Mother Seuss
Or Disneyland, and Mother Goose, no nursery rhyme