Текст песни Frank Sinatra - Little Green Apples

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 and takes my hand

Squeezes it, says, how you feelin' hon?
And I look across at smiling lips that warm my heart
And see my morning sun
And if that's not lovin' me, then all I've got to say

God didn't make little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime
There's no such thing as Dr. Zeus, Disneyland
And Mother Goose no nursery rhyme

God didn't make little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis when the winter comes
There's no such thing as make believe, puppy dogs
And autumn leaves and B.B. guns

Sometimes I call her up at home knowing she's busy
And ask if she could get away and meet me, and grab a bite to eat
And she drops what she's doin' and hurries down to meet me
And I'm always late

But she sits, waiting patiently
And smiles when she first sees me
'Cause she's made that way and if that's not lovin' me
Then all I've got to say