Little Green Apples Johnny Mathis

And I wake up
In the morning
With my hair down
In my eyes
And she says hi

And I stumble
To the breakfast table
While the kids
Are going off
To school goodbye
And she reaches out
Takes my hand
Squeezes it, says
How you feelin' hon?

And I look across
At smiling lips
That warm my heart
And see the morning sun
And if
That's not lovin' me
Then all
I've got to say
God didn't make
Little green apples
It don't rain
In Indianapolis
In the summertime