oh i wake up in the morning with my hair down in my eyes and she says hi and then i stumble to the breakfast table while the kids are going off to school goodbye she reaches out and takes my hand squeezes it and says how ya feeling hon and then i look across her smiling lips that warms my heart and see my morning sun and if that s not loving me then all i ve got to say god didn t make little green apples and it don t rain in indianapolis in the summertime there s no such thing as doctor seuss or disneyland and mother goose no nursery rhyme god didn t make little green apples and it don t rain in indianapolis in the summertime and when my self is feeling low i think about the face aglow that ease my mind sometimes i call her up at home knowing she s busy ask her to get away bring me back some bite to eat she drops what she s doing and she hurries down to meet me and i m always late but she sits waiting patiently smiles when she first sees me cause she was made that way and if that ain t loving me then all i ve got to say jah didn t make little green apples it don t rain in indianapolis when the wintertime there s no such thing as doctor seuss or disneyland and mother goose no nursery rhyme god didn t make little green apples and it don t rain in indianapolis in the wintertime and when my self is feeling low i think about the face aglow that ease my mind1