The Harvest Songtext

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
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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