Good Times

Good times in the country,

     Cider running red;

Golden apples dropping

     From the boughs o’erhead.

Chestnut buns are open’

     Cries a distant quail;

All is red and yellow,

     Over hill and dale.

Good times in the country,

     Fireplace glowing red;

Tales of ghosts and witches,

     Children tucked in bed.

Kitchen cleared for dancing,

     Fiddles greet the ear;

Good times in the country,

     Autumn nights are here.

Sept. 8, ‘99