The Apple Tree

You say that you don't know me, but I remember you, When you were just a little boy of ten; Sitting in my apple tree, to see what you could view, Falling down, then climbing up again. Perhaps I should have scolded you, but you were having fun, And who was I to stop a child at play? Life is an adventure when, the heart is very young, And I would never take that dream away. And so I made you welcome with some cake and lemonade, But never really knew from where you came; As you left and closed the gate, you looked at me and waved, I never thought I'd see that smile again. But here we are once more my friend, though many things have changed, The laughter in your eyes is still the same; Which makes this such a special day, that fate somehow arranged And just to let it pass would be a shame. So now do you remember me, before my hair turned grey? And you became a young man in your prime; Sitting in my apple tree, when you were only ten, That golden summer, once upon a time.