OPENING THE CHESTNUT BURR
Copyright, 1894, by E. Clark Reed.
Words and Music by E. Clark Reed.
Oft times in life there's many things we can't quite understand,
While to our minds they seem to hold some hidden meaning grand,
And so we ponder o'er and o'er again, 'till to me 'twill oft occur,
As we try in vain to make them plain, 'tis like op'ning the chestnut burr.
For they take me back to childhood, and the many hours we spent,
In the pleasant autumn time, when we a-nutting went,
All day the toil seemed pleasure, but at night we weary were,
With feet all worn and fingers torn, from op'ning the chestnut burr.
And so it seems the wisest way will be for every one
To let these troubling problems rest, each day will bring its own,
For tasks more pleasant surely we may find, so these myst'ries we'll defer,
And rest in mind till the frosts of time shall open the chestnut burr.-Cho.