“And Fall, with her yeller harvest moon and the hills growin' brown and golden under a sinkin' sun.”
Roy Bean“Time will pass and seasons will come and go.”
Roy Bean“And Fall, with her yeller harvest moon and the hills growin' brown and golden under a sinkin' sun.”
Roy Bean“And finally Winter, with its bitin', whinin' wind, and all the land will be mantled with snow.”
Roy Bean