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time to stay outdoors and spoon, 
So shine on, shine on harvest moon - for me and my gal !" 

I can't see why a boy should sigh, 
When by his side is
time to stay outdoors and spoon, 
So shine on, shine on harvest moon, for me and my gal!" 

I can't see why a boy should sigh, 
When by his side is
time to stay outdoors and spoon, 
So shine on, shine on harvest moon, for me and my gal!" 

I can't see why a boy should sigh, 
When by his side is
time to stay outdoors and spoon, 
So shine on, shine on harvest moon - for me and my gal !" 

I can't see why a boy should sigh, 
When by his side is
time to stay outdoors and spoon, 
So shine on, shine on harvest moon, for me and my gal!" 

I can't see why a boy should sigh, 
When by his side is
Shine On Harvest Moon
The Ink Spots
Written by Jack Norworth and Nora Bayes

This version did not chart
Four versions charted in 1909 and one in
outdoors and spoon,
So shine on, shine on, harvest moon, for me and my gal.

I can't see why a boy should cry when by his side
Is a girl he loves so
time to stay outdoors and spoon, 
So shine on, shine on harvest moon - for me and my gal !" 

I can't see why a boy should sigh, 
When by his side is
us in fall
Cryscythe... will harvest all your tears... through the years

Cryscythe... time is right autumn is here,
And moon shines bright
eyes shine
Says, "Listen Child, once upon a time"

Late one night by the harvest moon
Your daddy climbed a ladder to your mama's room
He knew his
a harvest moon when she's home to count her blessings
She's saved that love from passing
Though it's now ten years gone by
He is buried in these hills,
a harvest moon when she's home to count her blessings
She's saved that love from passing
Though it's now ten years gone by
He is buried in these hills,
the the slats a harvest moon shines
On Harper Lee's pages I turn to kill time
The car toads are waiting for me at the station
To give the bum's rush to a frost
(planting my garden) harvesting everything with love (love, love, love, love) the sun keeps shinning down 

Its harvest time the moon was shine pure magic