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The muskrat has built himself a house down by the old mill pond, The squirrels are laying up their store from the chestnut trees beyond; While walking through the orchard I can hear the ripe fruit fall; There's an air of quiet comfort that only comes with Fall. THE MUSKRAT HAS BUILT HIMSELF A HOUSE DOWN BY THE OLD MILL POND THE SQUIRRELS ARE LAYIN UP THEIR STORE FROM THE CHESTNUT TREES BEYOND WHILE WALKING THROUGH THE ORCHARD I CAN HEAR THE RIPE FRUIT FALL THERE'S AN AIR OF QUIET COMFORT THAT ONLY COMES WITH FALL
wuz one of Mr. Delmonico's boarders. It is Fall THE days are gettin' shorter, and the summer birds are leaving, The wind sighs in the tree tops, as though all nature was grieving; The leaves they drop in showers, there's a blue haze over all, And a feller is reminded that once again it's Fall. It is a glorious season, the crops most gathered in, The wheat is in the granary and the oats are in the bin; A feller jest feels splendid, right in harmony with all, The old cider mill a-humin', 'gosh, I know it's Fall. I hear the Bob White whistlin' down by the water mill, While dressed in gorgeous colors is each valley, knoll and hill; The cows they are a-lowing, as they slowly wander home, And the hives are just a-bustin' with the honey in the comb. Soon be time for huskin' parties, or an apple paring bee, And the signs of peace and plenty are just splendid for to see; The flowers they are drooping, soon there won't be none at all, Old Jack Frost has nipped them, and by that I know it's Fall. HIS LIVER BOX RECORDING IS IN THE PUBLIC DOMAIN RECORDING BY PHILIP MARTIN IT IS FALL THE DAYS ARE GETTING SHORTER AND THE SUMMER BIRDS ARE LEAVING THE WIND SIGHS IN THE TREE TOPS AS THOUGH ALL NATURE WAS GRIEVING THE LEAVES THEY DROP IN SHOWERS THERE'S A BLUE HAZE OVER ALL AND A FELLER IS REMINDED THAT ONCE AGAIN IT'S FALL IT IS A GLORIOUS SEASON THE CROPS MOST GATHERED IN THE WHEAT IS IN THE GRANARY AND THE OATS ARE IN THE BIN A FELLER JUST FEELS SPLENDID RIGHT IN HARMONY WITHAL THE OLD CIDER MILL A HUMMIN GOSH I KNOW IT'S FALL I HEAR THE BOB WHITE WHISTLIN DOWN BY THE WATER MILL WHILE DRESSED IN GORGEOUS COLORS IS EACH VALLEY KNOLL AND HILL THE COWS THEY ARE LOWIN AS THEY SLOWLY WANDER HOME AND THE HIVES ARE JUST A BUSTIN WITH THE HONEY IN THE COMB SOON BE TIME FOR HUSKIN PARTIES OR AN APPLE PEARING BEE AND THE SIGNS OF PEACE AN PLENTY ARE JUST SPLENDID FOR TO SEE THE FLOWERS THEY ARE DROOPING SOON THERE WON'T BE NONE AT ALL OLD JACK FROST HAS NIPPED HIM AND BY THAT I KNOW IT'S FALL
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