Blackberries ripe on the branchesnHer skin is burning, she bends to pick themnBake a delicious pienFor our aching stomachs we delightnnSorrow came in floods this AprilnWith our reason humble warningnWe're now in May, June, and JulynDon't leave my love, don't leave my sidennBright heaven moonlight glowsnMy love does for younIn dreams of Harper RoadnI'll always find you stretched out like an orange tabbynnAnd on the porch with ferns surrounding hernAnd there in breaths she'll take not oftennThere her heart troubles suddenly softennnWild oak spare the deadliest droughtnLike a mother's will it snuffs outnAnd any flame comes round it breathes innAnd she'll endure the driest seasonnnMy blood runs through my only daughternHer eyes are mine, so wide with wondernBe my voice, my light, my powernBe with me in my leaving hournnBrighter the moonlight glowsnMy love does for younIn dreams of Harper RoadnI'll always find you