Harvester, Golden Gowns Of Glee

Isn't it like them to perceive

The dullest, dark colours in a cornucopia of leaves?

We was dancing 'round the hills

In our autumnal feast

We was dressed in scarlet foliage

When summer had been bereaved

If the winter seems barren

And the solstice makes you feel alone

If the water from the creek don't satisfy anymore

There is a burrow in my chest

There's a home for your happiness

And when the harvest moon comes back

We'll weave our golden gowns again

There's a fire in the valley just be there 'round seven

We'll figure out what needs to be burned

But I just want your company

There ain't nothin cold as ice when you've

Come accomodated to heat

But we've warmth in our bodies

We've a steady 90-something degrees

Bring your king of hearts, your throne, your

Bring your keys, your cups, your coat, your

Bring your canons, bring your gold, your

Bring your mares, bath stone, marrow,

Bring your wicker rocker, ram's horn,

Bring your 'bacco, books, your hound, your