Was the blackberry blossom from the blackberry bush?
The blackberry blossom was white as the snow
And the day settles down to an evening hush
Carrying my lover so far away
My love he wooed me as I lie there
The Arkansas clay is rocky and hard
When I picked the berry I didn't miss the blossom
Was down in the bramble where I rambled in the spring
By a cold gravestone on the Arkansas clay
The bramble was wild I was torn by the briars
From the blackberry blossom and the blackberry bush
The blackberry blossom, oh the last time I saw one
With a flower in my hair and my cheeks all flashy
I was picking berries when that crow flew above me
Known for his cackling and his screaming
Driving away the swallow and the thrush
The Arkansas crow is a devil and a demon
Now each spring I lay a blackberry blossom
And black as the wings of the Arkansas crow
But the berry that it brings is sweeter than molasses
With weeds growing over in the old graveyard
