American Old Time Song Lyrics: 04 The Apple Of My Eye
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 4
THE APPLE OF MY EYE.
Oh! where, oh! where can all the music be,
Falling on my ear, floating in the air?
Or are the angels singing love to me
'Bout Miss Susie Dean, the apple of my eye?
Oh! Susie, my darling, I hope I never die,
That you may live forever, the apple of my eye.
'Twas in the orchard, Susie darling, when no one else was nigh,
I called you then my star and treasure, the apple of my eye.
It fills my soul with joy and ecstacy-
The memory is so sweet, of when we first did meet
The sweetest fruit, that ripens on a tree,
With Susie can't compete, the apple of my eye.
Oh! Susie, my darling, I hope, &c.