Clientele, The
Harvest Time
Bats from the eaves go shivering byScarecrows watch the verges of lightI hear a choir on the heath at nightBut no one's thereIt's harvest timeIt's harvest timeLook at them working though nobody's thereThe rolling moon the heavy airCarrying the sheaves of the haunted yearThrough summertimeIt's harvest timeIt's harvest timeBats from the eaves go shivering byScarecrows watch the verges of lightEverything here has a place and a timeWe're only passing byIt's harvest time
Aus Songtexte Mania