Just so it might show up in the next edition of the DT.

EARLY
(Greg Brown)

Early one morning I walked out alone,
I looked down the street; no one was around.
The sun was just comin' up over my home,
On Hickory Street in a little farm town. And

[chorus:]
Oooo-ee, ain't the mornin' light pretty,
When the dew is still heavy, so bright and early.
My home on the range; it's a one-horse town,
And it's alright with me.

The plow broke the prairie, the prairie gave plenty,
The little towns blossomed and soon there were many.
Scattered like fireflies across the dark night,
And one was called Early, and they sure named it right. 'Cause

[repeat chorus]

Many dry summers parched all the fields,
They burnt the fine colors and cut down the yield.
But the rain has returned to wash away our tears,
It's the fullest green summer that we've seen for years. And

[repeat chorus]

Roger in Baltimore

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This is a transcription of the Greg Brown recording. The earlier post from Roger has slightly different lyrics, and comes from Cathy Fink & Marcy Marxer. -Joe Offer, Nov 2014-