Johnny Appleseed

 

John, John, Johnny Appleseed

A friend of the creatures

And the birds in the trees.

John, John, Johnny Appleseed

He was a barefoot friend of the pioneers,

John Chapman, Johnny, Johnny Appleseed.

 

He was born long ago in the northeast woods

September 26th.

And he grew up loving those apple trees

And the fruit he loved to pick.

He pulled up stakes and headed West

With a pouch full of apple seeds

And he planted them for the pioneers

And gave them apple trees.

 

John, John, Johnny Appleseed

A friend of the creatures

And the birds in the trees.

John, John, Johnny Appleseed

He was a barefoot friend of the pioneers,

John Chapman, Johnny, Johnny Appleseed.

 

He lived in the woods like the Indians

And was friends to all he’d meet.

With a pot on his head, he didn’t tote a gun

He lived a life he said was sweet.

Now through the years

When the blossoms bloom,

And we smell that apple pie

Apple cider, apple butter, making applesauce

Thanks to the man from days gone by!

 

John, John, Johnny Appleseed

A friend of the creatures

And the birds in the trees.

John, John, Johnny Appleseed

He was a barefoot friend of the pioneers,

John Chapman, Johnny, Johnny Appleseed.

John Chapman, Johnny, Johnny Appleseed.

 

Copyright 2012 by Ron Brown