On a porch snapping beans in your old rocking chair
The world spinning around your wizened old stare
Some chores are done and clean is the stable
A good harvest come and there's food on the table
You smile with each sunrise and sigh when it sets
The life of an old mountain woman is as good as it gets
Most city folk think they're all so smart and clever
But little do they know how a quilt comes together
Very soon you must rise and go build a fire
Autumn darkness comes early and its time to retire