The Harvest
The logs are stacked up for the winter
And the dogs, they are peeking off through the cold
The havest is coming to an end now
And my heart is the only thing left to set
oooh
I went over, the greyhound in the morning
It will take me across, across these frozen lands
Now the praries have not been the kindest to me
But the windows now clearing enough to see
ooooh
And now i am sleeping
The only moving vessel that I see
Thinking of warmer times to come
Let me open myself up to my dreams
I know I am halfway through the past
ooooh
And the dogs, they are peeking off through the cold
The havest is coming to an end now
And my heart is the only thing left to set
oooh
I went over, the greyhound in the morning
It will take me across, across these frozen lands
Now the praries have not been the kindest to me
But the windows now clearing enough to see
ooooh
And now i am sleeping
The only moving vessel that I see
Thinking of warmer times to come
Let me open myself up to my dreams
I know I am halfway through the past
ooooh
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Writer(s): Jamison Isaak
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