I carry the torch for her in the orchard   Apples were her last name   My Jeanine my Jeanine      Each tree would ignite with blossom of white   And apple her hair enflame   My Jeanine my Jeanine      Jeanine in jean and calico   A streak of mean don't let it show   So when she tells you let it 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 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      My Jeanine, my Jeanine   My Jeanine, my Jeanine