The Salet

A A7 A A7 A A7 A A7 A A7 A As the first breath of spring stirs a warm breeze E A On the hills and valleys of my youth. E A As the first signs of life lays a green hue E A Amid the meadows on the valley floor. F#m G D A For a time, my mind goes back to scenes of my childhood E A As ritual as the Spring itself. F#m G D A Of the women in the lowlands and the old fields pickin' salet E A in preparation for the evening meal. A E A So pick that salet, Moriah D A fill your apron once again. E A From that favorite spot down in the bottom D E A That's nestled along the river bend. A A7 A Oh, the years have gone by but I've not forgot E A The memories and the good times of the past. E A And as each season passes, I'm reminded E A Of the one event that makes that season last. F#m G D A At the first sign of Spring, this picture haunts my memory E A The bright event that happens every year. F#m G D A Of the women in the lowlands and the old fields pickin' salet E A in preparation for the evening meal. A E A So pick that salet, Moriah D A fill your apron once again. E A From that favorite spot down in the bottom D E A That's nestled along the river bend. A E A So pick that salet, Moriah D A fill your apron once again. E A From that favorite spot down in the bottom D E A That's nestled along the river bend.