Pumpkin Hill

They say there's no gold left in these hills
I respectfully disagree
I see golden squash and pumpkins
As far as the eye can see

Mining's fine but not my thing
All that glitters is not gold
When autumn comes to town
These colors never get old

I mark each year
When the trees make their final show
Before they sleep
Before the year grows old

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