Dave Guard/Nick Reynolds/Bob Shane/Frank Werber
One, two, three, four?.
I wish I was an apple, a-hangin' on a tree and every time my Cindy passed, she'd take a bite of me.
Get along, home, Cindy, Cindy, get along home. Get along home, Cindy, Cindy, I'll marry you some time.
Cindy got religion. She had it once before but when she heard my ole banjo, she's the first one on the floor.
She told me that she loved me. She called me "sugar plum." She throwed her arms around me. I thought my time had come!
Get along home, Cindy, Cindy, get along home. Get along home, Cindy, Cindy, I'll marry you some time. Get along home.
Wished I had a dollar. Wished I had a dime. I'd buy a jar of cider and stay happy all the time.
The last time I saw Cindy she had a funny look. She opened her mouth and then she said, "Ya'll sign my autograph book?"