Blackberries ripe on the branches
Her skin is burning, she bends to pick them
Bake a delicious pie
For our aching stomachs, we delight
Sorrow came in floods this April
With out reason, humble warning
We're now in May, June and July
Don't leave, my love, don't leave my side
Bring heaven moonlight glows
My love does for you
In dreams of Harper Road
I'll always find you stretched out like an orange tabby
And on the porch with ferns surrounding her
And there in breaths she'll take not often
There her heart troubles suddenly soften
Wild oak spare the deadliest drought
Like a mother's will it snuffs out
And any flame comes around it breathes in
And she'll endure the driest season
My blood runs through my only daughter
Her eyes are mine, so wide with wonder
Be my voice, my light, my power
Be with me in my leaving hour
Brighter the moonlight glows
My love does for you
In dreams of Harper Road
I'll always find you
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