#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## <[email protected]> To: [email protected] Subject: Michelle Shocked, BlackberryBlossom.chopro {title: Blackberry blossom} {st:Michelle Shocked} C[G]an you tell m[D]e what h[C]appened to the blos[G]som, Bla[C]ackberry blos[G]som when the s[D]ummertime came? The b[G]lackberry b[D]lossom, oh the l[C]ast time I s[G]aw one Was d[C]own in the b[G]ramble where I r[D]ambled in the s[G]pring The [Em]bramble was wild I was torn by the briars My l[D]ove he wooed me as I lie there With a f[Em]lower in my hair and my cheeks all flashy Was the B[C]lackberry B[G]lossom from the B[D]lackberry B[G]ush When I picked the berry I didn't miss the blossom The blackberry blossom was white as the snow But the berry that it brings is sweeter than molasses And black as the wings of an Arkansas crow The Arkansas crow is a devil and a demon Known for his cackling and his screaming Driving away the swallow and the thrush >From the blackberry blossom and the blackberry bush I was picking berries when that crow flew above me Carrying my lover so far away Now each spring I lay a blackberry blossom By a cold gravestone on the Arkansas clay The Arkansas clay is rocky and hard With weeds growing over in the old graveyard And the day settles down to an evening hush Over the blackberry blossom and the blackberry bush. # # Submitted to the ftp.nevada.edu:/pub/guitar archives # by Ugo Piomelli # 7 November 1992
