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I have seen the sunrise off the banks of Newfoundland,
Walked across the beaches of her brown and purple sand,
Sat and watched the maple turning scarlet in the sun,
On the hillside in September.
Sat and boiled me kettle by a trickling little brook,
And gazed out over country where I had to stop and look,
Chopped a lot of timber that was straight without a limb,
On the hillside in September.
When the partridge berries are slightly touched by frost,
You find me on the hillside I'll be there at any cost;
I'll get away to those berries and I'll spend a little time,
On the hillside in September.
If you come looking for me when the trees are turning red,
The moose are getting rutty and the bears are gone to bed,
You'll find me in contentment with a smile upon my face,
On the hillside in September.
When me days are over and I'm filed away for good,
I'll grab me old gray lunchbag and I'll go up in the woods,
Spend forever gazing on the country that I love,
From the hillside in September.
I have seen the sunrise off the banks of Newfoundland,
Walked across the beaches of her brown and purple sand,
Sat and watched the maple turning scarlet in the sun,
On the hillside in September.
Recorded by Buddy Wasisname and the Other Fellers (100% Pure, trk#9, 1993, Third Wave Productions, Gander, NL); and (The Serious Stuff, trk#2, 1998, Third Wave Productions, Gander, NL).
See more songs by Buddy Wasisname and the Other Fellers.
From the Dictionary Of Newfoundland English:
Partridge berry - low creeping plant producing small tart red berries; the berry of this plant harvested on the barrens in the autumn; mountain cranberry (Vaccinium vitis-idaea).
