I instantly left, with no idea where to start

All I knew was that with all of my lonely heart

I needed to find them, so I headed west

I never took a stop aside to rest

The summer sun kept me warm

When my eyes beheld an apple farm

There were no workers that I could see

Only a pony that was kicking at an apple tree

I watched her silently sitting on some hay

When she glanced over and saw me, she headed my way

I could tell right from the start that she was Applejack

She the mark of three apples on her left side back

She told me not to worry and in good time

I would find somepony that who I could call mine.