Watching The Apples Grow

It's early up Ontario farm, Chicken crow for day

I wish I grew Annapolis apples up above Fundy Bay

Oh it seems so far away

On the ridge above Acadia's town to the valley down below

The evening shadow falls upon the families listening to

the radio

And watching the apples grow.

Down on the farm, back among the family, away from

Ontario

Hear the ladies singing to the men, dancing it heel and

toe

And watching the apples grow.

Ontario, y'know I've seen a place I'd rather be

Your scummy lakes and the 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 Mt., looking to the

valley below

And watching the apples grow.

Down on the farm, back among the family, away from

Ontario

Hear the ladies singing to the men, dancing it heel and

toe

And watching the apples grow.

Down on the farm, back among the family, away from

Ontario

Hear the ladies singing to the men, dancing it heel and

toe

And watching the apples grow.