Lyrics
[verse]
Some folks say that love's a fairy tale dressed up in disguise,
But I've seen it every morning in the kindness of your eyes.
It's the coffee that you pour me, it's the note beside my plate,
It's the way you hum a tune while washing dishes after eight.
[chorus]
And there's still little green apples growing on the old backyard tree,
And there's still a gentle rain that falls for you and me.
As long as there's a sunrise, as long as there's a Sunday morning bell,
There's a love that's simple, steady, and it treats me well.
[verse]
People chase the fireworks, the headlines, and the parade,
But I found my forever in the quiet love we made.
It ain't written up in poems, it ain't sold in any store,
It's just you beside me, nothing less and nothing more.
[chorus]
And there's still little green apples growing on the old backyard tree,
And there's still a gentle rain that falls for you and me.
As long as there's a sunrise, as long as there's a Sunday morning bell,
There's a love that's simple, steady, and it treats me well.
[bridge]
(spoken)
Some folks might not understand it, might call it plain or small,
But a love that keeps on growing means more than fireworks at all.
[chorus]
And there's still little green apples growing on the old backyard tree,
And there's still a gentle rain that falls for you and me.
As long as there's a sunrise, as long as there's a Sunday morning bell,
There's a love that's simple, steady, and it treats me well.
