Harvest Homes

A field of barley's waving
In late summer's breeze
A giant horn-of-plenty
A cornucopia, a fertile sea

And on the meadow's headland
Crickets join the fray here
And the animals gathering mast
We'll be making hay

Good times remembered in my soul
And reasons to survive
Let's reap a future forever gold
Where thoughts (hopes) come back to life

In the middle distance
A clump of pine trees shimmy
A nearly silent whisper
Carried on the wind of a quiet day

Good times remembered in my soul
And reasons to survive
Let's reap a future forever gold
Where thoughts (hopes) come back to life

Let's harvest time

September - harvest home
Forever days gone by
Long shadows, gathering mists
The shapes of evening twilight

Good times remembered in my soul
And reasons to survive
Let's reap a future forever gold
Where thoughts (hopes) come back to life



Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Hall
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