The Seasons

W'en de leaves begin to fall,

An' de fros' is on de ground,

An' de 'simmons is a-ripenin' on de tree;

W'en I heah de dinner call,

An' de chillen gadder 'round,'Tis den de 'possum is de meat fu' me.

W'en de wintertime am pas'An' de spring is come at las',

W'en de good ole summer sun begins to shine;

Oh! my thoughts den tek a turn,

An' my heart begins to

Fo' dat watermelon growin' on de vine.

Now, de yeah will sholy bring'Round a season fu' us all,

Ev'y one kin pick his season f'om de res';

But de melon in de spring,

An' de 'possum in de fall,

Mek it hard to tell which time o' year am bes'.