Blackberry Blossom

Can you tell me what happened to the blossom
 Blackberry blossom when the summertime came?
 The blackberry blossom, oh the last time I saw one
 Was down in the bramble where I rambled in the spring
 The bramble was wild I was torn by the briars
 My love he wooed me as I lie there
 With a flower in my hair and my cheeks all flashy
 Was the blackberry blossom from the blackberry bush
 When I picked the berry I didn't miss the blossom
 The blackberry blossom was white as the snow
 But the berry that it brings is sweeter than molasses
 And black as the wings of the Arkansas crow
 The Arkansas crow is a devil and a demon
 Known for his cackling and his screaming
 Driving away the swallow and the thrush
 From the blackberry blossom and the blackberry bush
 I was picking berries when that crow flew above me
 Carrying my lover so far away
 Now each spring I lay a blackberry blossom
 By a cold gravestone on the Arkansas clay
 The Arkansas clay is rocky and hard
 With weeds growing over in the old graveyard
 And the day settles down to an evening hush
 Over the blackberry blossom and the blackberry bush