Hey, ho, makes you feel so fine
Looking out across the orchard in the bright sunshine
Hey, ho, you feel so free
Standing in the top of an apple tree

Up in the morning before the sun
I don't get home until the day is done
My pick-sack's heavy and my shoulder's sore
But I'll be back tomorrow to pick some more

Hey, ho, makes you feel so fine
Looking out across the orchard in the bright sunshine
Hey, ho, you feel so free
Standing in the top of an apple tree

Start at the bottom and you pick 'em from the ground
And you pick the tree clean all the way around
Then you set up your ladder and you climb up high
And you're looking through the leaves at the clear blue sky

Hey, ho, makes you feel so fine
Looking out across the orchard in the bright sunshine
Hey, ho, you feel so free
Standing in the top of an apple tree

Three-legged ladder, wobbly as hell
Reaching for an apple---whoa!---I almost fell.
Got a twenty-pound sack hanging 'round my neck
And there's three more apples that I can't quite get.

Hey, ho, makes you feel so down
Picking up windfalls, crawling on the ground.
Hey, ho, you feel so free
Standing in the top of an apple tree.

Hey, ho, you lose your mind
If you sing this song about a hundred times;
Hey, ho, you feel so free
Standing in the top of an apple tree