Sourwood Tree

I'll close my eyes
 So I won't see
 The fiery leaves of the sourwood tree
 And if I try
 Perhaps I'll find
 A few more berries left on the vine
 No no no no no
 It's not time; It's not time
 No no no no no
 It's not time; It's not time
 I will pretend
 The Joe-Pye weed's
 The very first flower to bloom in spring
 The white flesh
 Of the apple seems
 An awful lot like a July peach
 No no no no no
 It's not time; It's not time
 No no no no no
 It's not time; It's not time
 And if I wake
 Before the sun
 Troubles take my thoughts and run
 Where do we go
 After we are gone?
 Is it south with the birds or east to the dawn?
 No no no no no
 It's not time; It's not time
 No no no no no
 It's not time; It's not time
 I'll close my eyes
 So I won't see
 The fiery leaves of the sourwood tree