Watching The Apples Grow

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 the men
Dancing in the heel and toe
And watching the apples grow
Ontario, you know I’ve seen
A place I’d rather be
Your scummy lakes and your city of Toronto
Don’t do a damn thing for me
I’d rather live by the sea
I’d watch the V’s of geese go by
The foxfoot in the snow
I’d climb the ridge of Gaspereau Mountain
Look into the valley below
And watching the apples grow
Down on the farm
Back among the family
Away from Ontario
Hear the ladies singing to the men
Dancing in the heel and toe
And watching the apples grow
Down on the farm
Back among the family
Away from Ontario
Hear the ladies singing to the men
Dancing in the heel and toe
And watching the apples grow
Down on the farm
Back among the family
Away from Ontario, oh, oh!
Hear the ladies singing to the men
Dancing in the heel and toe
And watching the apples grow