The Apple Tree As I stand beneath the apple tree, I see my love, my love and me. As the sun sets beside the apple tree, I look into my lovers eyes and he's staring back at me. Now it is a cold winter's night, Dark and silent giving me a fright. If only my lover was here to give me a kiss and tell me it'll be alright in the absolute bliss. Staring up at the apple tree brings back so many memories. Sometimes I wonder, late at night, what I could've done to make that love right.