Apple Orchard Song Postcard

The Orchard Down in the dear orchard, Where ruddy apples grow, See how the trees are spreading Their branches gnarled and low! Oh! the orchard, the dear old orchard, Is a merry, merry, merry place! Here in the early springtime The buzzing, humming bees Fly for a feast of honey, When blossoms deck the trees. Robins are hither flying In haste to build a nest Safe in the leafy branches Their little home shall rest. Often the children gather To swing and frolic here, No place is like the orchard, So pleasant and so dear. Down in the dear old orchard, Some golden Autumn day, Gather the ripe red apples With song and laughter gay. A robin in a nest, branch covered with apple blossoms, boy pushing a girl on a swing and a basket of apples in an orchard illustrate this children's song from 1901.