"The Harvest"
Summer days have come and gone,
and the nights are drawing in.
From tomorrow, all about,
the harvest will begin.
But while the men sit honing reaping-hooks,
casting young girls keener looks,
one will wait alone,
for her lover to be known.
From dawn to dusk the people
toil the harvest has begun.
As it has for generations,
so it will be done.
But while the women talk about the day,
the children all too tired to play,
one will wait alone,
for her lover to be known.
Soon the fires will be burning brightly
all across the land,
while the courting couples stroll
the lanes. In Wonderland.
But when the crops have all been gathered in
and the icy winds have yet to begin,
one will wait alone,
for her lover to be known.
Summer days have come and gone,
and the nights are drawing in.
From tomorrow, all about,
the harvest will begin,
but while the grapes hang heavy on the vine,
and they're choosing the girls to tread the wine,
one will wait alone,
for her lover to be known.   

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