Apple Tree Song

The Apple Tree

There is a time for noise and fun,
A time for quiet too,
A time for learning all you can
In subjects old and new.
The world takes on a special glow
As knowledge grows and grows;
You can almost hear it passing
As through the Morrow halls it flows.

But it isn’t kept within the walls,
It floats right out the door;
But especially in the apple tree
It seems to keep its stores.
If you listen very closely
When the leaves are stirring some;
You might hear Morrow, Morrow,
It’s from here the future comes.

Oh, the tree will keep on growing
As a tree is meant to do.
Giving shade to those beneath it,
And an inspiration too.
Now if I will keep on growing
In the way I’m meant to do,
Then dreams of Morrow’s apple tree
May very well come true.

There is a time in years to come
When a special door I’ll see;
Within the boundaries of my mind
Opening up to me.
And in the space that’s then revealed,
An image will arise
Of apple blossoms clinging to a tree of stately size.

Though fragrant much as other trees of similar descent,
It holds a very special bloom in view of what is meant
And I see it in the courtyard of a place that was for me.
Much more than just a building,
Where I sat from nine to three.

Oh, the tree will keep on growing
As a tree is meant to do.
Giving shade to those beneath it,
And an inspiration too.
Now if I will keep on growing
In the way I’m meant to do,
Then dreams of Morrow’s apple tree
May very well come true.

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