Wish I was an apple dangling from a tree
Every time you'd pass me by you would take a bite of me
I wish I was a bluebird, I'd never fly away
I'd sit up on your shoulder, baby, and sing to you all day

Come on home Cindy, Cindy, come on home Cindy, Cindy
Come on home Cindy, Cindy, come on home to me

I wrote it in a letter, carved it on a tree
I told it to a honeycomb, who told it to a bee
Told him that I love you, they all know it's true
Say it 'til the cows come home until it gets to you

Come on home Cindy, Cindy, come on home Cindy, Cindy
Come on home Cindy, Cindy, come on home with me

Need you in the morning to start the coffee pot
Need you in the afternoon to fan me when I'm hot
Need you in the evening when supper time is through
What I'm really tryin' to say is I can't get enough of you

Come on home Cindy, Cindy, come on home Cindy, Cindy
Come on home Cindy, Cindy, come on home to me

If I were a musician, I'd harp on just one thing
You should never play my harp the way you pluck a string
If only you would love me, sincerely tell me so
I'd beat two drums about it, baby, to let the whole world know

Come on home Cindy, Cindy, come on home Cindy, Cindy
Come on home Cindy, Cindy, come on home with me

Come on home Cindy, Cindy, come on home Cindy, Cindy
Come on home Cindy, Cindy, come on home with me

Come on home Cindy, Cindy, come on home Cindy, Cindy

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Benjamin Weisman, Buddy Kaye, Darrell Fuller