Harvest Time

Bats from the eaves go shivering by

Scarecrows watch the verges of light

I hear a choir on the heath at night

But no one's there



It's harvest time

It's harvest time



Look at them working though nobody's there

The rolling moon the heavy air

Carrying the sheaves of the haunted year



Through summertime



It's harvest time

It's harvest time



Bats from the eaves go shivering by

Scarecrows watch the verges of light

Everything here has a place and a time

We're only passing by



It's harvest time