Our Summertime

weary man of my heart -
let me know when it’s time to start loving again
we are colder than this autumn night deserves

holly places her bets on who will leave before the first snow flies
but place them high coz i know i will stay through the summer time

weary man of my heart -
it is now time fall into the drifted snow behind the house
and let the cold win out

then back into the house to lie beside the hickory fire
to drift and doze, one day closer to the summertime

winter came, winter went
the devil came, the devil up and left us here
you & me, dear

dearest man of my heart -
spring is nigh and it’s time to find a plot of land
to tend and temper with our homely plans

where there’re weeds weeds there will soon be okra
and tomatoes and rutabaga
and our namesake will endure through this, our summertime