It's kind of a folksy song with an simple feel about it. Just guitar and vocals.
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Story behind the song
In churches, we always talk about salvation in abstract theological terms; but the accepting of religion is often something that we are led to in life by events and people. This doesn't mean at all that God doesn't play a part in the planning of it, though, or that it isn't a beautiful thing. I wanted this song to be an exploration of how religion entered, grew, and was passed on from one man's life; and I wanted to say it in a very down to earth story. Not a Damascus road experience. God certainly makes beauty in simplicity.
Lyrics
The Apple Tree
By the fence down the road grew an apple tree
I took her by the hand and we walked there to see
Late summer's fruit on the branch hanging there looking sweet
You could imagine it about to burst
I kissed off the juice running down her chin
Kissed her lips red as the apple skin
Her eyes were big as balloons, then she turnded and ran
She later told me it had been her first
That was the day she started to pray
That I'd be good enough for her
Sunlight through tree limbs
Strew out lines in the lawn
Like artwork
Like choices
Of what's to come and what's gone.
Spent a year full of Sundays on wooden pews
As we prayed for the soldiers, I stared at my shoes
Heaven was much farther down on my list of things to do
I was hear for the girl
But my big brother Marvin was shipped off to war
And eleven months later, men on our front porch
An army man and a chaplain - they had the look of bad news
Mom wouldn't go to the door
So the first prayer I meant
Was at a burial tent
To the sound of "I'll Fly Away"
Our folding chairs straddled roots on the north-side hill
My grandsons were ancy and bored of the
Still spinning tales I had yet to weave
And I laughed 'cause I'm old
They took off through the grass
And left me in the shade
I stood bowed like a branch full of fruit in the make
And pondered the thoughts that I'd take to my grave
And what's yet to unfold
Thank God for a kiss
And a sweet little miss
And this old apple tree
