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Looking out my window in June July August
The sun was overhead colored blood orange moon
All the nowhere people were trying to bring in their harvest

the moon, your sprout will bloom
Your fate is lying in the judgement of a fool
Crisis, the only life we breathe
Will you harvest well or remain as a trophy

to the moon
Living in castles with a thousand rooms
By the river Nile waiting for a monsoon
The banks will overflow and the flowers will bloom
Harvest the crops

freedom
Long may we roam
‘Neath this harvest moon
Into my arms I’ll take all I can
My thoughts tonight are with
My thoughts tonight are with
My thoughts

It's too dark not to see the harvest moon
Risen from the ashes of a burning afternoon
It's as big as a fist
Too pertinent not to slip by you
Sweating

Sailor Boy  
Music by Deborah Weitzman 
Words by Bill Greenwell

The Sailor boy sings a new shanty
Which rolls through the crew like a wave
The man

reign the tirade is mundane
My mind state an overrun brain, by the largest candles
In the sand and silt the harvest bring life
The scythe from anvil also

learned from you today

Childhood memories
Blown in from the wind
Sweetened by North Dakota
Harvest wheat
Hearing echoes of when I was three
In the silo

I jump for you
Like a leap of kangaroo
I flock to you
A host of sparrows
By a moon
Gibbous and pales
A song of nightingales
And to kiss goodnight my

wait to hold
All that shines ain't always gold
By the time this letter will find you
I'll be riding back East by the harvest moon
 
It was late September

the script
Surrounded by actors
Who would of known the boy from the hills would be so grounded
Never stagnant
Star gazing
Meditating
Incense fill the room
Sage

and spooning to their favorite tune
While the band played "Harvest Moon"
The rumor was that Hajalmer drove a rumble seat Ford
He parked it by the side of that

Asking my peace the meaning to me
The life from the moon is on me
What does that mean
I'm receiving his needs
Key to the chakra indeed it comes

Harvest moon, looking on
I swear I've been going through phases
Spills, and cheap thrills

Winters town, brings me down
Puts me to rest
I can't hold on,

the harvest moon
Silver tongue, with an ancient rune
Across the veil, returns the tune

La, la 
La, la, la, la, ah, lo
La, ah

Far as the eye, the eye

Womb of souls, dreaded life's destroyer 
The Black Widow that feeds on her doomed lover 
By the impassionate face of the moon above 
I yield

KEEP US YOUNG
AS PERFORMED BY LOCKELAND
WRITTEN BY KYNDON OAKES, MARK VIKINGSTAD & MICHAEL BORIS

THERE'S A HARVEST MOON SHINING OVER A CORNFIELD
TWO

harvest the sun |and reign in the moon|When love dies away |is their time to remember|And warm up the heart|with the faintest of now I don't believe me

economists and local oceanographers
with depth charges, looking for the next targets
rex of the text harvest
rain cheques for red carpets
blessed artist, vexed

the room's an invite just to seize the moment on
You know it won't be long until that harvest moon is gone
I've got your love in my pocket and a song in my

It's all around you
Something that no one seems to see
Shine like the Harvest Moon
Light the darkest night for me
I hear you talking
Notice the sparkle

every step inside this comic maze
Driven by the deafening fear that I can't be saved
I can't be saved

This tower is my calling
It's questions I must

down in the valley of a poem as I shot the harvest moon
I gotta find me a woman who ain't got no plan
Gotta find me a woman who needs a man
Who's sunk

boughs
Like revolting ornaments
Enwreathed in the mist
And bathed in sickly light
Of the harvest moon
Slowly, feminine figures
Cut a processional through