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 [Michelle Shocked] Can you tell me What happened to the blossom The blackberry blossom When the summertime came? The blackberry blossom Oh the last time I saw one Was down in the bramble Where I rambled in the spring. The bramble was wild I was torn by the briars My love I wooed her As she lay there With flowers in her hair And her cheeks all flush It was a blackberry blossom From the blackberry bush. When I was pickin' berries I did not miss the blossom The blackberry blossom Is white as a snow. But the berry that it brings Is sweeter than molasses And black as the wings Of an Arkansas crow. The Arkansas crow Is a devil and a demon Known for his cacklin' And his screamin' Drivin' away The swallow and the thrush From the blackberry blossom And the blackberry bush. I was pickin' berries When that crow flew above me Carryin' my baby so far away. Now each spring I lay A blackberry blossom By a cold gravestone On the Arkansas clay. The Arkansas clay Is rocky and hard With weeds growin' over In the old graveyard. And then the day settles down To an evenin' hush Over the blackberry blossom And the blackberry bush. [Print version] [Next song] |
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