Poem topics
The woods are still in colors drest,
Over in Injiany,
The robin hasn't begun her nest,
Over in Injiany;
But the maple sap is a runnin' fair,
A patch o' green shows here and there,
An' a kiss o' spring is in the air,
Over in Injiany.
The sky is sort o' gloomy gray,
Over in Injiany,
But I know the light ain't far away,
Over in Injiany.
An' the hosts of spring in the threshold throng,
An' the birds are waitin' to burst into song,
But the days o' waitin' 'll not be long,
Over in Injiany.
Last year's cornstalks ain't plowed up yet,
Over in Injiany.
The groun' is sort o' cold an' wet,
Over in Injiany.
But the people's hearts are warm and free,
And they welcome a man right royally.
Lo, I reckon I've found the folks for me,
Over in Injiany.