(CN.C.)It’s cher ry pink and ap ple (Fm7)blos som white,

when your true lov er comes your (Eb)way.

It’s cher ry pink and ap ple (Fm7)blos som white,

the po ets (Eb)say.

The sto ry goes that once a (Fm7)cher ry tree,

be side an ap ple tree did (Eb)grow.

And there a boy once met his (Fm7)bride to be

long long a (Eb)say.

The sto ry goes that once a (Eb)go.

The boy looked (Bb7)in to her eyes, it was a (Eb)sight to en thrall, the breez es (Bb7)joined in their sighs, the blos soms (Eb)start ed to fall.

And as they (Bb7)gen tly ca ressed, the lov ers (Eb)looked up to find the branch es (Bb7)of the two trees were in ter (Eb)twined.

And that is why the po ets (Fm7)al ways write,

if there’s a new moon bright a (Eb)bove,

it’s cher ry pink and ap ple (Fm7)blos som white,

when you’re in (Eb)love.