Just Folks

October

          Days are gettin' shorter an' the air a keener snap;
          Apples now are droppin' into Mother Nature's lap;
          The mist at dusk is risin' over valley, marsh an' fen
          An' it's just as plain as sunshine, winter's comin' on again.

          The turkeys now are struttin' round the old farmhouse once more;
          They are done with all their nestin', and their hatchin' days are o'er;
          Now the farmer's cuttin' fodder for the silo towerin' high
          An' he's frettin' an' complainin' 'cause the corn's a bit too dry.

          But the air is mighty peaceful an' the scene is good to see,
          An' there's somethin' in October that stirs deep inside o' me;
          An' I just can't help believin' in a God above us, when
          Everything is ripe for harvest an the frost is back again.