A snaps within the summer wind It teases at the air With warming glow on fields below The harvest seasons here Soon leaves shall yield a brilliant shield Of copper, gold and bronze And rivers strain gainst summer rain As daylight later dawns Come gather golden honey Come reap the tender corn And with me lay in new mown hay Before the winters born Come take my hand and work the land Come labor side by side Well thresh the wheat and try to beat The summers ebbing tide Our bones may ache, our backs may break But labors been well done Pain will displace in your embrace As with the fading sun Come gather golden honey Come reap the tender corn And with me lay in new mown hay Before the winters born With straw stacked deep and none to reap I turn my eyes to you Your chest laid bare to warm night air And sparkling as the dew You meet my gaze though twilight haze As evening starts to fall I slyly plea that we should heed The harvest seasons call Come gather golden honey Come reap the tender corn And with me lay in new mown hay Before the winters born Come gather golden honey Come reap the tender corn And with me lay in new mown hay Before the winters born
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