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