Russ Taff Harvest
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