[Verse 1] Wellborn in the summertime, blueberries on the vine, U-pick buckets overflowing, purple stains like wine. Full moon hanging heavy over open farmer fields, Wellborn's kind of beauty that a city never yields. [Chorus] Wellborn blueberry moon, shining on the farm, Two-lane road, no hurry, nothing here to harm. Picking berries by the daylight, kissing by the night, Wellborn blueberry moon, everything's alright. [Verse 2] Stargazing in the pasture, not a streetlight for a mile, Country quiet so deep you can hear your own heart smile. Mama's making cobbler from the bucket that we brought, Wellborn blueberry moon, can't be sold or bought. [Chorus] Wellborn blueberry moon, shining on the farm, Two-lane road, no hurry, nothing here to harm. Picking berries by the daylight, kissing by the night, Wellborn blueberry moon, everything's alright. [Bridge] Smallest dot on the Suwannee map, but the biggest sky you'll find, Wellborn taught me what it means to leave the noise behind. Farms and open spaces, that's the rural heart, Wellborn blueberry moon, my favorite work of art. [Outro - acoustic fade] Wellborn blueberry moon... (everything's alright)... Shining on the farm... (shining on)...
