3-4 Imagine! His left hand cradling my head,
    his right arm around my waist!
Oh, let me warn you, sisters in Jerusalem:
    Don’t excite love, don’t stir it up,
    until the time is ripe—and you’re ready.

The Chorus

Who is this I see coming up from the country,
    arm in arm with her lover?

The Man

I found you under the apricot tree,
    and woke you up to love.
Your mother went into labor under that tree,
    and under that very tree she bore you.

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His left arm is under my head
    and his right arm embraces me.(A)
Daughters of Jerusalem, I charge you:
    Do not arouse or awaken love
    until it so desires.(B)

Friends

Who is this coming up from the wilderness(C)
    leaning on her beloved?

She

Under the apple tree I roused you;
    there your mother conceived(D) you,
    there she who was in labor gave you birth.

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