Harvestman
There they are, the harvestman
Kicking up their dust again
Of nature's call, in crows canyon
These souls sewn in by gusts of wind
Harvestman. Harvestman
These females of the desert, grow so strong by the right hand
But these cowards in the distance, sound like treason to me, friend
And I could not see, for centipedes, drove thistle by the grove
To rivers green, and clovers weaved, these weary feet grow old
Harvestman! It's a harvestman. para hoy y para siempre I belong to the mountain
Harvestman! It's a harvestman. el sol llamará al corazón de la luna bring me back again
Oh, when you take me, bring my bones to the mountain
The coyotes still will sing to me, if they can see the stars
I feel their pulse inside me, Autumn's strange, familiar frost
And I could not speak, for Aspen leaves, stuck bitter to me, cold
And I could not leave, or shake the fear, of death's ferocious pull
Harvestman! It's a harvestman. para hoy y para siempre I belong to the mountain
Harvestman! It's a harvestman. el sol llamará al corazón de la luna bring me back again
Oh, when you take me, bring my bones to the mountain
I smell it now, it's everywhere. It's part of who I am
This soul it weeps, when trouble speaks, through warbler's beaks again
And I could not grow, for cottonwoods would clog the crick below
And I could not ask to take things back when it begins to snow
Harvestman! It's a harvestman. para hoy y para siempre I belong to the mountain
Harvestman! It's a harvestman. el sol llamará al corazón de la luna bring me back again
Oh, when you take me, bring my bones to the mountain
A Meager stack of lilacs wrapped, found placed upon my door
The harvestman comes now for me, as fire greets the stars
And I could not grieve, for silently, I knew just where we'd go
But after that, the dark comes fast, least that's just what I'm told
Yeah, that's just what I'm told
Kicking up their dust again
Of nature's call, in crows canyon
These souls sewn in by gusts of wind
Harvestman. Harvestman
These females of the desert, grow so strong by the right hand
But these cowards in the distance, sound like treason to me, friend
And I could not see, for centipedes, drove thistle by the grove
To rivers green, and clovers weaved, these weary feet grow old
Harvestman! It's a harvestman. para hoy y para siempre I belong to the mountain
Harvestman! It's a harvestman. el sol llamará al corazón de la luna bring me back again
Oh, when you take me, bring my bones to the mountain
The coyotes still will sing to me, if they can see the stars
I feel their pulse inside me, Autumn's strange, familiar frost
And I could not speak, for Aspen leaves, stuck bitter to me, cold
And I could not leave, or shake the fear, of death's ferocious pull
Harvestman! It's a harvestman. para hoy y para siempre I belong to the mountain
Harvestman! It's a harvestman. el sol llamará al corazón de la luna bring me back again
Oh, when you take me, bring my bones to the mountain
I smell it now, it's everywhere. It's part of who I am
This soul it weeps, when trouble speaks, through warbler's beaks again
And I could not grow, for cottonwoods would clog the crick below
And I could not ask to take things back when it begins to snow
Harvestman! It's a harvestman. para hoy y para siempre I belong to the mountain
Harvestman! It's a harvestman. el sol llamará al corazón de la luna bring me back again
Oh, when you take me, bring my bones to the mountain
A Meager stack of lilacs wrapped, found placed upon my door
The harvestman comes now for me, as fire greets the stars
And I could not grieve, for silently, I knew just where we'd go
But after that, the dark comes fast, least that's just what I'm told
Yeah, that's just what I'm told
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Writer(s): Erin Cookman
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