I carried a torch for her in the orchard Apples were her last name My Jeanine my Jeanine Each tree would ignute with blossoms of white And dapple her hair with flame My Jeanine my Jeanine Jeanine in jean and calico A streak of mean don't let it show So when she tells you let her go Her yes may mean no I love her so We would meander now hand in hand In our Appalachian clime My Jeanine my Jeanine We'd bring in the spring and toss from the swing Along apple blossom time My Jeanine my Jeanine Remember when life was North Carolina Two bits for Cokes and jokes at the diner Time was a magazine- My Jeanine