The Fall of Frost
The fall o' the frost on the meadows! An' ain't it a blessin' to you?
How crisp is the air in the woodlands! An' bare-footed boys in the dew
Are singin' an' springin' an' swingin' their hats where the summer is lost:
We are just on the threshold of winter — for here is his herald — the frost!
The fall o' the frost on the meadows! I tell you, the apples are red,
An' the cane-juice is sweet in the drippin' from the little mill under the shed!
The fields that were fleecy with cotton are now lookin' lonesome an' lost;
But the meadows — the meadows are merry, for the hilltops are white with the frost!
The fall o' the frost on the harvest, an' isn't it spicy an' sweet?
Tune the old fiddle, an' follow its notes with the fall o' your feet!
Come in, Miss Mary! Your partner has sorter been thinkin' you're lost!
An' we'll dance to the merriest music a welcomin' reel to the frost!
How crisp is the air in the woodlands! An' bare-footed boys in the dew
Are singin' an' springin' an' swingin' their hats where the summer is lost:
We are just on the threshold of winter — for here is his herald — the frost!
The fall o' the frost on the meadows! I tell you, the apples are red,
An' the cane-juice is sweet in the drippin' from the little mill under the shed!
The fields that were fleecy with cotton are now lookin' lonesome an' lost;
But the meadows — the meadows are merry, for the hilltops are white with the frost!
The fall o' the frost on the harvest, an' isn't it spicy an' sweet?
Tune the old fiddle, an' follow its notes with the fall o' your feet!
Come in, Miss Mary! Your partner has sorter been thinkin' you're lost!
An' we'll dance to the merriest music a welcomin' reel to the frost!
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