The Harvest

I wandered today on the hill, mother
Where we played when I was young
And I gazed at our homeplace below, mother
And sang all the songs we once sung

And I heard the children singing, mother
In the schoolyard just 3 mile away
And the wind in the trees, oh it whispered to me
Like a song in a dream it did say

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Come home now the harvest is ready
The fruit is ripe and waiting to fall
Where the whippoorwill sings, and the melody rings
And the wind in the pine trees so tall
Just outside our old garden wall

Now the apples hang full on the bough, mother
And the meadows of summer are green
And the corn blossoms dance in the breeze, mother
As I lay down to rest by the stream

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