Watching the Apples Grow Songtext
von Stan Rogers

It′s early up, Ontario farm, chicken crow for day
I wish I grew Annapolis apples up above Fundy's 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 their 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 Mountain, 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 their men, dancing it heel and toe
And watching the apples grow

I said:
Down on the farm, back among the family, away from Ontario
Hear the ladies singing to their men, dancing it heel and toe
And watching the apples grow

I said:
Down on the farm, back among the family, away from Ontario
Hear the ladies singing to their men, dancing it heel and toe
And watching the apples grow