You may take the country over
When the bluebird turns a rover,
And the wind is soft and hazy,
And you feel a little lazy,
And the hunters quit the possums
It s the time for dogwood blossoms.
We feel so light we wish there were more fences here;
We d like to jump and jump them, all together!
No seeds for us, no guns, or even simmon beer,
No nothin but the blossoms and fair weather!
The meadow is a little sticky right at first,
But a few short days'll wipe away that trouble.
To feel so good and gay, I would n t mind the worst
That could be done by any field o stubble.
O, all the trees are seemin sappy 1
O, all the folks are smilin happy!
And there s joy in every little bit of room;
But the happiest of them all
At the Shanghai rooster s call
Are we barefoots when the dogwoods burst abloom!
SUNDOWN
Hills, wrapped in gray, standing alone in the west Clouds, dimly lighted, gathering slowly; The star of peace at watch above the crest Oh, holy, holy, holy 1 We know, O Lord, so little what is best; Wingless, we move so lowly; But in thy calm all-knowledge let us rest Oh, holy, holy, holy 1
