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

Cindy in the spring time, Cindy in the fall

If I can’t have my Cindy girl I'll have no girl at all