In the Fall

Now the corn is shocked and standin’ in its dry and

      rustlin’ rows,

And all round ‘em and between ‘em the big yellow pun-

      kin glows,

And you hear the click and clatter of the mowers in the

      wheat,

And the goldenrod is clingin’ round your knees, and un-

      der feet

Blue forgetmenots are smilin’, just as sweet an’ just as

      Dear

As they did when you first saw ‘em in the springtime of

      the year;

And the world’s all gold and glowin’ to the heart an’

      soul an’ eyes,

And the whole earth seems a-changin’ to corn bread an’

      punkin pies.

It’s the time o’ year for dreamin’—to stretch out beside

      a stream

Where the autumn breeze can find you, an’ to dream an’

      dream an’ dream;

To gaze off across the stubble, to gaze off across the

      hill,

Till the fadin’ of the daylight wakes the lonesome whip-

      poorwill,

And to hear the breezes rustlin’ in the standin’ shocks

      of corn,

And to gaze across the valley where the night is bein’

      born,

And to hear the creek a-tinklin’ of its low-toned lulla-

      byes,

While you’re dreamin’ of corn fritters an’ of home-made

      punkin pies.

Oh, the world don’t git old never; every spring is like

      each one

That you knowed away off yonder, when you’d swim an’

      laugh an’ run

With the every joy o’ livin’; an’ each autumn is as gold,

And as plum chock-full of dreamin’ as the ones you

      knowed of old;

And the amber of the autumn seems to color all the air,

And the girl you used to love so, with corn tassels in her

      hair,

Is as young as what she then was, the same look is in her

      eyes,

And her elbows are as dimpled when she rolls out crust

                                                for pies.

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