Be My Woman Again Poem by Dorsey Baker

Winter has come and gone
The grass on the ground
The leaves upon the trees
They've turned a very bright
Color of green
Baby don't you want to come
Be my woman again

The birds are singing
Their sweet
Mulberry songs
As they flutter
And fly about
The weeping willow
Has got nothing to
To laugh or cry about

Baby don't you want to come
Be my woman again

I know you wandered off
Got yourself caught up
In the lazy breeze
it's morning time
Honeysuckle is
Climbing the trees
Honey bees making honey
And you were made for me
Baby don't you want to come
Be my woman again