Julia L mentioned this back on 20-Sep-2018:


BLACKBERRY TIME
As recorded by Jud Caswell on “Blackberry Time” (2007)

Lately I’ve been chasing after little things that always slip away,
Living in my calendar and living in my car, instead of living in the day;
But a wind blew down from Canada this morning like a warning shot of cold across my bow,
So now I’m out here in my sandals
Getting bloodied by these brambles,
And eating all the berries I’m allowed.

CHORUS: Because it’s blackberry time, blackberry time.
It’s a secret of a season in its prime,
When all the world is full and ripe and quickly going by;
Then it’s blackberry, blackberry, blackberry, blackberry time.

And the air is full of cricket song and hayseed, honeybee and dragonfly.
The last full day of summer baked and cooling on the windowsill smells a lot like apple pie;
And up beneath the popple and the birches at the border where the grass is gone to trees,
I got those stains upon my fingers
And an aftertaste that lingers:
One part sweet, and one part fruit, and two parts seed.

CHORUS: Blackberry time....

And I wish I had a cup to fill to take this harvest home and make it stay,
And I wish I had that recipe to press it into wine and seal the flavor of the day.
Watching from the silver maple’s branches, there’s a catbird sings a hungry kind of song.
He says be thankful for the sweet,
Because you know that it don’t keep;
You just eat what you can eat and then you move along.

CHORUS: When it’s blackberry time....