The ripest peach is highest on the tree.
An’ the Gobble-uns ’ll git you
Ef you don’t watch out.
One naked star has waded through
The purple shadows of the night,
And faltering as falls the dew
It drips its misty light.
The ripest peach is highest on the tree.
An’ the Gobble-uns ’ll git you
Ef you don’t watch out.
One naked star has waded through
The purple shadows of the night,
And faltering as falls the dew
It drips its misty light.