The Morns Are Meeker Than They Were Lyrics

Malika Ayane The Morns Are Meeker Than They Were

The morns are meeker than they were
The nuts are getting brown
The berry's cheek is plumper
The Rose is out of town.

The Maple wears a gayer scarf
The field a scarlet gown
Lest I should be old fashioned
I'll put a trinket on.