Chuck Girard Harvest Time
Here we go again, the moon is on the mountain
The dew is on the field, yes, the time is finally here
Harvest time is come, I don't see anyone to work the fields now
I guess the harvest time will have to wait another year
Harvest time is here, I guess it'll come and go now
No one comes to reap and the fruit just rots away
Harvest time is here, what a shame that we're not prepared now
Or maybe we just don't care or maybe we just don't see
By the light of the moon the harvest died
And I thought what a waste as I wondered why
Why no one came to reap, why no one came to nourish
They knew that the time was right but they looked the other way
They all stood there in apathy and you and I we stood among them
We all stood there in selfishness and we let the season slip away
We all stood there in selfishness and we let the season slip away
