I wish I was a apple hangin' in a tree

And everytime my sweetheart passed

She'd take a bite off me

She told me that she loved me

She called me sugar plum

She threw her arms around me

I thought my time had come

Get along home, Cindy-Cindy

Get along home, Cindy-Cindy

Get along home, Cindy-Cindy

I'll marry you sometime

I wish I had a needle

As fine as I could sew

I'd sew her in my pocket

And down the road I go

Cindy hugged and kissed me

She wrung her hands and cried

Swore I was the prettiest thing

That ever lived or died

Get along home, Cindy-Cindy

Get along home, Cindy-Cindy

Get along home, Cindy-Cindy

I'll marry you sometime