Rogue Valley - The Blackberry Moon lyrics

Coming down on the thorny hill Spinning through the color wheel It takes so long to understand You can't hold on to everything My father used to bring me In the waning summer days When the vines were heavy with blackberries We'd fill the buckets over Let 'em spill on the trail Until the sun set low And the moon would prevail How the days will pa** They didn't even ask Summer loving is cold and hot You can't trust it ready or not Makes you long doe spring again But the seasons don't rescind How the days will pa** They will take you to task Makes you wonder what else there is Makes you wonder why What makes a seashell sound how it does What makes two people fall in love a fisherman would say It's a flick of the wrist A farmer would say It's the cool evening mist A lawyer would argue It's an airtight case An artist would render The subtleties of a face The days will pa** Removing every mask Somethings changing I'm not sure what But there's clothes to mend and wood to chop In the gardens roses blazing red The wolves come now where they did not tread Blackberry moon Always a day too soon