Harvest - Russ Taff

It’s getting colder, I felt the change today

And very soon, the summer birds will fly away

Folks say that summer, it felt so short this year

They all seemed unaware, that Autumn was so near

I feel a sadness, I have no peace of mind

Unwelcome thoughts deny, looking back I find

Memories now, are awakened, voices sounding near

Calling unto me, a message I must hear

This summer forever is past

With Autumn and harvest here,

The seed that was sown in the ground

It grew and now ripe appears,

The fields standing white, I can see

Think, how many souls there must be

It’s time now to gather in

I saw an old man, heard him say to me

He said «young friend, I’m older now

(as) everyone can see

Now weak and feeble, my hair is turning gray

Life quickly passed me by, the years just slipped away

Yet I was young once, so full of energy

I gave no thought or heed, what growing old would be

I felt a calling, never did respond

Now i wish I could, if life could be prolonged»

This summer forever is past,

with autumn and harvest here,

The seed that was sown in the ground,

and now ripe appear

The fields standing white I can see

Think, how many souls there must be

Too weak to gather in

The world is waiting, waiting now for me

So many questions asked, will never answered be

So many searching, don’t know what or why

(They) only sense the thing, their heart could satisfy

I know the answer, to what they’re asking me

I too was searching, and now the light can see

It is a duty, given onto me

To warn them not to wait, that they could be too late

When harvest forever is past

The winter is all that’s here

The life that was given to me, has faded and disappeared

No longer the fields I can see

The souls they now vanish from me

It’s too late to gather in