The song is called APPLE PRESSING and there is a sample at Betty and the Baby Boomers' web site:


Oh, the days are warm; the nights are crisp.
  Turn, turn the apple press.
Of all the year this time is best,
  And oh how fine are the apples!

The lakes are misty in the morn.
  Turn, turn the apple press.
The ghost of summer lingers on,
  And oh how fine are the apples!

The geese are flying overhead.
  Turn, turn the apple press.
They call to....