Dennis Brown
Little Green Apples
Oh I wake up in the morning
With my hair down in my eyes and she says "Hi"
And then I stumble to the breakfast table
While the kids are going off to school goodbye
She reaches out and takes my hand
Squeezes it and says "How ya feeling, hon?"
And then I look across her smiling lips
That warms my heart and see my morning sun

And if that's not loving me
Then all I've got to say
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
There's no such thing as Doctor Seuss
Or Disneyland, and Mother Goose, no nursery rhyme
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
And when my self is feeling low
I think about the face aglow that ease my mind

Sometimes I call her up at home knowing she's busy
Ask her to get away bring me back some bite to eat
She drops what she's doing and she hurries down to meet me
And I'm always late
But she sits waiting patiently, smiles when she first sees me
Cause she was made that way
And if that ain't loving me
Then all I've got to say
Jah didn't make little green apples
It don't rain in Indianapolis when the wintertime
There's no such thing as Doctor Seuss
Or Disneyland, and Mother Goose, no nursery rhyme
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the wintertime
And when my self is feeling low
I think about the face aglow that ease my mind