KNOW you, winds that blow your course
Down the verdant valleys,
That somewhere you must, perforce,
Wen de snow 's a-fallin'
An' de win' is col'.
Mammy 'mence a-callin',
Den she 'mence to scol',
IF life were but a dream, my Love,
And death the waking time;
If day had not a beam, my Love,
De axes has been ringin' in de woods de blessid day,
An' de chips has been a-fallin' fa' an' thick;
Win' a-blowin' gentle so de san' lay low,
San' a little heavy f'om de rain,
All de pa'ms a-wavin' an' a-weavin' slow,
You bid me hold my peace
And dry my fruitless tears,
Forgetting that I bear
A pain beyond my years.
I have seen full many a sight
Born of day or drawn by night:
Sunlight on a silver stream,
Air a-gittin' cool an' coolah,
Frost a-comin' in de night,
Hicka' nuts an' wa'nuts fallin',
Possum keepin' out o' sight.
LITTLE brown face full of smiles,
And a baby's guileless wiles,
Liza May, Liza May.
Eyes a-peeping thro' the fence