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(Sung to the tune of “Let it Snow!”) Oh, the orchard’s a-glistening sight, With apple trees in morning light. Waving to the grapevines' glow, Let ‘em grow, let ‘em grow, let ‘em grow. The cider is brewing, a spiced delight, In barrels stacked, all warm and bright. Grapes will transform to wine, How they bubble, how they dance, how they shine. With the cider now cooled just right, How we’ll warm near a crackling fire. 'Neath the bright starry sky’s moonlight, Goes the singing of the holiday choir. Well, the cider is disappearing, In our hearts, we feel a-cheering, As long as there’s an apple glow, Let ‘em grow, let ‘em grow, let ‘em grow. As the embers slowly turn to night, How the flowing nectar’s warming our soul, 'Neath the bright starry sky’s moonlight, Goes the dancing of the holiday roll. Well, the cider is disappearing, In our hearts, we feel a-cheering, As long as there’s an apple glow, Let ‘em grow, let ‘em grow, let ‘em grow.
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