I saw two blackbirds at the end of May
I stopped and listened to what they might say
One sang high, the other sang low
But the song they sang I did not know
But it was a sweet and simple melody
From the highest branch of the apple tree

It took me back to how it used to be
To long ago and only you and me
Hiding from the world underneath
In our secret land of leaves
And how you laughed and kissed my sunburned cheek
On the highest branch of the apple tree

Two blackbirds in the evening sky
One sang high, one sang low
And it made me go...

...back to how it used to be
To long ago and only you and me
Hiding from the world underneath
In our secret land of leaves
And how you laughed and kissed my sunburned cheek
On the highest branch of the apple tree