Apple Trees in Bloom

Underneath the rising moon,
Silver mist is dancing,

Soft the lilacs sweet perfume,
Fills the night entrancing.
White and ghostly in the gloom,
Stands the apple trees in bloom,
Apple trees in bloom,
Apple trees in bloom!

Sweet the evening air of May,
Soft my cheek caressing,
Sweet the unseen lilacs spray,
With its scented blessing.
White and ghostly in the gloom,
Shines the apple trees in bloom,
Apple trees in bloom,
Apple trees in bloom!