AUTUMN HARVEST
There is a special time of year That means so much to me, It is the time of harvest... God’s presence here I see;
From apples slowing ripening In orchards green and fair, To pastures where alfalfa Blooms so sweetly there.
As I labour in the vineyards I know God has been here too, For the vines are heavy-ladened With grapes of purple hue.
Now the time has come to harvest The fields of golden grain, God’s bounty overflowing From every fertile plain.
The haystacks now are ready, In rows the bundles stand, They await the farmer’s wagon God bless this fruitful land. |
I hear the wild geese calling, They know its time to go. Soon they’ll be flying southward As their flocks in numbers grow.
Walking through the cornfields As the sun sets in the west, I see a rainbow forming O’er this soil that Heaven blessed.
Now the autumn leaves are falling As the pumpkins orange grow, And the harvest moon is shining On the stubbled fields below.
The barn doors are now open, Gently swinging wide, To welcome all the harvest That God helped place inside.
Every silo now is bulging And each one has his reward, But we must all remember To thank our blessed Lord
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