There is an apple tree outside an old mother’s window.
And she envies it with all her might!
Because it stands there so strong, so humble.
And when it looses an apple from its branches, it does not jeremiad nor put up a fight.
There is an apple tree outside a single young woman’s window,
And my goodness she hates it so!
She cannot fathom how it stands there, alone, without a companion.
Yet it continues to grow…