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<h2> It is Fall </h2>
<p>THE days are gettin' shorter, and<br/>
the summer birds are leaving,<br/>
<br/>
The wind sighs in the tree tops,<br/>
as though all nature was grieving;<br/>
<br/>
The leaves they drop in showers, there's a<br/>
blue haze over all,<br/>
<br/>
And a feller is reminded that once again it's<br/>
Fall.<br/></p>
<p>It is a glorious season, the crops most gathered<br/>
in,<br/>
<br/>
The wheat is in the granary and the oats are<br/>
in the bin;<br/>
<br/>
A feller jest feels splendid, right in harmony<br/>
with all,<br/>
<br/>
The old cider mill a-humin', 'gosh, I know<br/>
it's Fall.<br/></p>
<p>I hear the Bob White whistlin' down by the<br/>
water mill,<br/>
<br/>
While dressed in gorgeous colors is each<br/>
valley, knoll and hill;<br/>
<br/>
The cows they are a-lowing, as they slowly<br/>
wander home,<br/>
<br/>
And the hives are just a-bustin' with the<br/>
honey in the comb.<br/></p>
<p>Soon be time for huskin' parties, or an apple<br/>
paring bee,<br/>
<br/>
And the signs of peace and plenty are just<br/>
splendid for to see;<br/>
<br/>
The flowers they are drooping, soon there<br/>
won't be none at all,<br/>
<br/>
Old Jack Frost has nipped them, and by that<br/>
I know it's Fall.<br/></p>
<p>The muskrat has built himself a house down<br/>
by the old mill pond,<br/>
<br/>
The squirrels are laying up their store from<br/>
the chestnut trees beyond;<br/>
<br/>
While walking through the orchard I can<br/>
hear the ripe fruit fall;<br/>
<br/>
There's an air of quiet comfort that only<br/>
comes with Fall.<br/></p>
<p>The wind is cool and bracing, and it makes<br/>
you feel first-rate,<br/>
<br/>
And there's work to keep you going from<br/>
early until late;<br/>
<br/>
So you feel like giving praises unto Him<br/>
who doeth all,<br/>
<br/>
Nature heaps her blessings on you at this<br/>
season, and it's Fall.<br/></p>
<p>The nights are getting frosty and the fire<br/>
feels pretty good,<br/>
<br/>
I like to see the flames creep up among the<br/>
burning wood;<br/>
<br/>
Away across the hilltops I can hear the hoot<br/>
owl call,<br/>
<br/>
He is looking for his supper, I guess he<br/>
knows its Fall.<br/></p>
<p>And though the year is getting old and the<br/>
trees will soon be bare,<br/>
<br/>
There's a satisfactory feeling of enough and<br/>
some to spare;<br/>
<br/>
For there's still some poor and needy who<br/>
for our help do call,<br/>
<br/>
So we'll share with them our blessings and<br/>
be thankful that it's Fall.<br/></p>
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