My Jeanine

I carried a torch for her in the orchard

Apples were her last name

My Jeanine, my Jeanine

Each tree would ignite with blossoms of white

And dapple her hair in flame

My Jeanine, my Jeanine

Jeanine in jean and calico

A streak of mean don't let it show

So when she tells you let her go

Her yes may mean no, I love her so

We would meander now hand in hand

In our Appalachian clime

My Jeanine, my Jeanine

We'd bring in the spring and toss from the swing

Along apple blossom time

My Jeanine, my Jeanine

Remember when life was North Carolina?

Two bits for Cokes and jokes at the diner

Time was a magazine

My Jeanine

My Jeanine, my Jeanine

My Jeanine, my Jeanine