From the recording Blue Ridge Mountain Time: Songs from Wildacres
(2017): prompt: reflections after visiting Somerset Place, an historic site of a restored 19th century large plantation.
Lyrics
The noon day sun will never sink
The moon will never rise
The drinking gourd ne’r touched my lips
Mosquiters dog my eyes
Felling timber, clearing land
Under over-seers threat
Summer after summer
Summer at Somerset
Picking cotton, shucking corn
You are fattening up the hogs
Hoeing ‘tators, planting beans
You send uncle to be flogged
Loading up the barges
You sell sister to pay a debt
Summer after summer
Summer at Somerset
You get the corn, we get the husk
You get the bread, we get the crust
You get the chicken, we get the bones
You get the millet, we get the stones
You get Christmas after Christmas
We get nothing but regret
We get summer after summer
We get summer at Somerset