I wish I was a apple Hanging in a tree And every time my sweetheart passed She'd take a bite of me She told me that she loved me She called me sugar plum She threw her arms around me I thought my time had come Get along home Cindy Cindy Get along home Cindy Cindy Get along home Cindy Cindy I'll marry you sometime Cindy got religion She had it once before But when she heard my old guitar She´s the first one on the floor I wish I had a needle As fine as I could sew I'd sew the girl to my coattail And down the road I´d go Get along home Cindy Cindy Get along home Cindy Cindy Get along home Cindy Cindy I'll marry you sometime Cindy in the spring time Cindy in the fall If I can´t have my Cindy girl I´ll have no girl at all Cindy went to the preachin' She swung around and 'round She got so full of glory She knocked the preacher down Get along home Cindy Cindy Get along home Cindy Cindy Get along home Cindy Cindy I'll marry you sometime