The Hillside in September
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I have seen the sunrise off the banks of Newfoundland
Walked across the beaches of her brown and purple sand
Sat and watched the maples turning scarlet in the sun
On the hillside in September
Sat and boiled me kettle by a trickling little brook
And gazed out over country where I had to stop and look
Chopped a lot of timber that was straight without a limb
On the hillside in September
When the partridgeberries are so lightly touched by frost
You'll find me on the hillside, I'll be there at any cost
I'll get away to those berries, and I'll spend a little time
On the hillside in September
If you come looking for me when the trees are turning red
The moose are getting rutty, and the bears have gone to bed
You'll find me in contentment with a smile upon my face
On the hillside in September
When me days are over, and I'm filed away for good
I'll grab me old gray lunchbag, and I'll go up in the woods
Spend forever gazing on the country that I love
From the hillside in September
I have seen the sunrise off the banks of Newfoundland
Walked across the beaches of her brown and purple sand
Sat and watched the maple turning scarlet in the sun
On the hillside in September