Even Apple Trees Go Through Rough Times

My sweet little darling, my apple tree,

I’ve heard that you are going through difficult times

that your heart is overflowing with so many thoughts.

That you don't know what story you're in anymore

and all hope seems to wither away and you're not sure

if you, if you, if you still want to stay.

And I wish I could rewrite this chapter of life,

but I can't, I'm so sorry, little darling, but I can't.

When all hope seems to wither away,

when you’re not sure if you still want to stay

I’m gonna sing you the song we used to sing.

I’m gonna sing you this song.

My sweet little darling, my apple tree,

We give up on ourselves too quickly too fast,

give ourselves to be loved, to be liked.

We risk all we have, only to reap empty praise in the end.

We burn ourselves for nothing.

Who are we dying for to impress?

And I wish I could rewrite this chapter of life,

but I can't, I'm so sorry, little darling, but I can't.

When all hope seems to wither away,

when you’re not sure if you still want to stay

I’m gonna sing you this song we used to sing.

When all hope seems to wither away,

I promise my love, you will be ok.

I’m gonna sing you this song we used to sing.

I’m gonna sing you this song.

When all hope seems to wither away,

when you’re not sure if you still want to stay.

I’m gonna sing you this song.