I wish I was a apple hangin' in a treeAnd everytime my sweetheart passedShe'd take a bite off meShe told me that she loved meShe called me sugar plumShe threw her arms around meI thought my time had comeGet along home, Cindy-CindyGet along home, Cindy-CindyGet along home, Cindy-CindyI'll marry you sometimeI wish I had a needleAs fine as I could sewI'd sew her in my pocketAnd down the road I goCindy hugged and kissed meShe wrung her hands and criedSwore I was the prettiest thingThat ever lived or diedGet along home, Cindy-CindyGet along home, Cindy-CindyGet along home, Cindy-CindyI'll marry you sometime