I wish I was a apple   Hanging in a tree And every time my sweetheart passed   She’d take a bite of 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   Cindy got religion   She had it once before But when she heard my old guitar   She?s the first one on the floor I wish I had a needle   As fine as I could sew   I’d sew the girl to my coattail And down the road I?d go Repeat 2 Cindy in the spring time Cindy in the fall If I can?t have my Cindy girl I?ll have no girl at all Repeat 2