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Dana Lyons: Guitar and Vocal
Cary Black: Bass
Paul Elliott: Fiddle
Jack Hansen: Banjo
Recorded at David Lange Studio, Tacoma, Washington

Lyrics

BERRIES OVERGROWN
By Dana Lyons

The September sun is shining down on me
Through the hair that falls in my eyes
The reds and purples of the plum and apple trees
The golden grapes of autumn on the vine

In the kitchen there are chanterelles cooking
The same as Mom’s back home
And our hands and legs are scratched from picking
The berries overgrown

The September sun is shining down on me
And my love in a golden autumn field
On a bed of drying hay the Goddess is revealed
And she sings me that harvest lullaby

In the kitchen there is cobbler cooking
The same as Mom’s back home
And our hands and lips and fingertips are wet from kissing
The berries overgrown

The September sun sets behind the trees
And we’re picking and pounding round the camp fire
And dancing round those yellow flames, in laughter we are free
As we cut into the next blackberry pie

In the kitchen there are more pies cooking
The same as Mom’s back home
And our teeth and gums and cheeks and tongues are blue from licking
The berries overgrown

Copyright by Dana Lyons
Lyons Brother Music, BMI