The Reason

Hazy in the valleys,

            Sunshine on the hills,

Mockin’-birds o’ daytimes,

            Nights the whippoorwills.

Green leaves in the springtime,

            Bare trees in the fall;

Spring the singin’ plowman,

            Fall the hunter’s call.

Summer nights the light-bugs,

            Winters just the moon,

And the world a-swingin’

            Always right in tune.

Winter, spring and summer,

            Falltime, too, to me,

Wear a sort o’ glory

            No one else kin see.

Ever’thing’s a weavin’

            Like a poem, too,

‘Cause I know you’re lovin’ me

            and I’m lovin’ you.

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