And I wake up in the morning, with my hair down in my eyes,
Et je me réveille le matin
And she says hi, and I stumble to the breakfast table,
Avec mes cheveux sur les yeux et elle me dit "bonjour"
While the kids are going off to school goodbye.
Et je m'installe à la table du petit-déjeuner
And she reaches out and takes my hand,
Pendant que les enfants partent pour l'école, "au revoir".
Squeezes it, says, how you feelin' hon?
Et elle me tend sa main et prend la mienne
And I look across at smiling lips that warm my heart and see my morning sun.
Elle la serre et me dit, "comment te sens-tu chéri?"
And if that's not lovin' me, then all I've got to say.
Alors je regarde la sourire au coin de ses lèvres qui réchauffe mon cœur
God didn't make little green apples
Et je regarde le soleil du matin
And it don't rain in Indianapolis in the summertime.
There's no such thing as Dr. Zeuss, Disneyland, and Mother Goose no nurs'ry rhyme.
Et si ça ce n'est pas m'aimer, qu'ai-je à redire
God didn't make little green apples
And it don't rain in Indianapolis when the winter comes.
Dieu n'a pas fait pousser de petites pommes vertes
There's no such thing as make-believe, puppy dogs, and autumn leaves and B.B. guns.
Sometimes I call her up at home knowing she's busy
And ask if she could get away and meet me, and grab a bite to eat.
And she drops what she's doin' and hurries down to meet me, and I'm always late.
But she sits, waiting patiently and smiles when she first sees me
Cause she's made that way and if that's not lovin' me
Then all I've got to say.