Apple Trees

[Verse 1]
You ought to see the apples trees
When in full bloom in March
You ought to gaze at Crater Lake
You know it's not a crater?

[Chorus]
And on your way back home
If you would only text to say hello
And that you still want me

[Verse 2]
Or you could swim on a whim
The coast is just an hour
Or we can stay in, order chicken
And French fries from Barlow

[Chorus]
And on your way back home
If you would only text to let me know
And that you still want me