Sourwood Tree
I close my eyes so I won't see
The fiery leaves of the sourwood tree
And if I try, perhaps I'll find
A few more berries left on the vine

No no no no no, it's not time, it's not time
No no no no no, it's not time, it's not time

I will pretend the ? weeds
The very first flower to bloom in spring
Though I flesh of the apple seeds
I flew out like July peach

No no no no no, it's not time, it's not time
No no no no no, it's not time, it's not time

And if I wake before the sun
Troubles take my thoughts in a run
Where do we go after we are home?
Is it south with the birds or east to the dawn?
No no no no no, it's not time, it's not time
No no no no no, it's not time, it's not time
No no no no no, it's not time, it's not time
No no no no no, it's not time, it's not time

I'll close my eyes so I won't see
The fiery leaves of the sourwood tree