I
hate to see the colors fade,
I hate to see ‘em go;
No
more the faces uv the hills
Hev got their crimson glow.
No
more their tresses bright ez gold
Wave in the autumn gale;
Dame
Nature’s losin’ uv her looks,
Her lips are dry an’ pale.
I
hate to see the colors fade,
The brown an’ barren hill
Jest
fills my soul with lonesomeness
An’ gives my heart a chill.
The
wintry wind, is but a dirge,
In summer ‘twuz a song;
The
birds hev left for other climes
An’ took their joy along.
I
hate to see the colors fade
From red an’ gold to brown,
An’
at each shiver uv the trees
Go madly tumblin’ down.
The
giant trunks stan’ stark an’ lone,
Deep rooted in despair,
Like
monuments uv other days
When all the world wuz fair.
Nov.
2, ‘09
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