Sourwood Tree

I'll 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 vineNo no no no no

It's not time; It's not time

No no no no no

It's not time; It's not timeI will pretend

The Joe-Pye weed's

The very first flower to bloom in spring

The white flesh

Of the apple seems

An awful lot like a July peachNo no no no no

It's not time; It's not time

No no no no no

It's not time; It's not timeAnd if I wake

Before the sun

Troubles take my thoughts and run

Where do we go

After we are gone?

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 timeI'll close my eyes

So I won't see

The fiery leaves of the sourwood tree