The bright moon of harvest is nigh The air is crisp; an apple's first bite The woolly bear is showing its stripes The grasshopper sings while the ant gathers
I've been searching the sky For some kind of sign Can't change anything
How the colors would fade With the light of the day The palette does grey All too soon, my love
The fields are bursting with fruits Migrant workers come to dig up the roots How many mile will they walk in their boots An old blackbird sings the autumn leaves scatter
I rush through the days Like some crushing wave Tomorrow can't wait
Oh, winter will come But before it's begun Let the warm, heavy sun Capture you, my love
The water is cold her rosy cheeks dull The grasshopper slows Its intervals the devil finds sight
I've been searching the sky For some kind of sign I can't change anything
How the colors will fade With the light of the day The palette does grey All too soon, my love
Idleness brings wanting, it stings When before it was effortless And endless my love
