Harvest Time - The Clientele

Bats from the eaves go shivering by Scarecrows watch the verges of light

I hear a choir on the heath at night

But no one’s there

It’s harvest time

It’s harvest time

Look at them working though nobody’s there

The rolling moon the heavy air

Carrying the sheaves of the haunted year

Through summertime

It’s harvest time

It’s harvest time

Bats from the eaves go shivering by Scarecrows watch the verges of light

Everything here has a place and a time

We’re only passing by It’s harvest time