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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