Dropsy Cure Weather

Look at that, a cat-cloud

Snoozing in the sun

Feeling so at ease

Lucky sign

A cat-cloud

Lazing in the sky

Waiting for a breeze

I've never seen a sky

Outshine this shade of blue

A perfect day to make sweet juices bubble and brew

And what's that restless rustling all around me?

Dropsy cure weather

It's dropsy cure weather

Smell the gentle scent of mint and sassifras

And fragrant roots that hide beneath the Indian grass

And my, it never ceases to astound me

How dropsy cure weather

And I get together

To bottle up a batch of my cure

Known as Dollyheart's secret gypsy dropsy cure

Dollyheart's secret gypsy dropsy cure

Water's boiling

Catherine, the water's boiling

Fetch me a forest mushroom

A bunch of sour cherries

Some dried-up moss

And might as well toss

In a couple of chinaberries

Bring me a ripe persimmon

A teaspoon of vanilla

And just a hint

Of clover and mint

And a bottle of sarsparilla

You depend on my special touch

Not too little and not too much

Gypsy ingredients sour and sweet

I hear you ripen in the heat

Snakeweed, sneezewort, and velvet beans

Balm of Gilead, goosefoot greens

Secret ingredients, roots and bark

I hear you growing in the dark

Found you a forest mushroom

A bunch of sour berries

Some dried-up moss

And might as well toss

In a couple of chinaberries

Brought you a ripe persimmon

A teaspoon of vanilla

And just a hint

Of clover and mint

And a bottle of sarsaparilla

Cattail, bloodroot and rainbow weeds

Fishbone, thistles and poppyseeds

Cherokee rose petals, fresh and pink

Everything but the kitchen sink

Pepper and chow-chow mustard

It's easy to get flustered

Some watercress

Sweet cider, I guess

And sherry wine for sure

In Dollyheart's secret gypsy dropsy cure

In Dollyheart's secret gypsy dropsy cure

In Dollyheart's secret gypsy dropsy—

There it goes

The cat-cloud

Pouncing at the sun

Leaping through the trees