Each and every day I wake I take a stone from off the hill
I put 'em in that old stone row and make it longer still
I put 'em here, put 'em there stories much the same
There's never been a year gone by I ain't pulling raspberry cane

I got dirty feet from pulling the plow I got hard and callused hands
I'm putting the seed here in the ground 'cause it's my promised land
When the full moon comes in October and the leaves have gone away
You're still gonna find a little sweet green upon the raspberry cane

I go down to the brook below to hear her waters sing
And up on the hill old man pine he show me everything
And in the towns and cities fair where no one knows my name
I will sing the song pass the word along about the raspberry cane

Each and every day I wake I take a stone from off the hill
I put 'em in that old stone row and make it longer still
I put 'em here, put 'em there stories much the same
There's never been a year gone by I ain't pulling raspberry cane

© 1994 Threshold Music/BMI
Westfield, VT