Wineberry Time from Carolina Mountains by Sparrow Smith

When it’s wineberry time
On this mountain of mine
We can eat what we find
I won’t spend a dime
We can meet all our needs
Down this road ain’t that sweet
We can grow what we eat
In the heat of July

Waking up there’s a cool breeze
Close your eyes and enjoy
Soon it will give way to the heat of midday
When you Can’t do much but lay on the floor

When the thunder starts rumblin
The sky opens and it starts to pour
Then the clouds part and the sunset it starts
And you can’t ask for anything more

Make a pitcher of cold tea
Pour em tall and pass them around
These are the dog days The walking on logs days
In a circle and with a joyful sound

All the beans and tomatoes
That a person could possibly eat
Drying and canning the saucing and jamming
When we finally rest it is deep

Meet me up on the mountain
Let our legs carry it all
Here we can breathe and it’s easy to see and
There’s comfort in being so small

Lead me down to the water
Where the willows dance in the wind
Fishing and floating and swimming and boating
And I just cannot wait to get in

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