Sickle and Harvest Songtext
von Nancy Kerr

Oh the trees they grew tall in my garden
Lush were the leaves so ambitiously springing
When the mistletoe fallen from heaven
Ushered in love so deliciously clinging

Sickle and harvest; fiddle and bow
Sing to my heart and play at your courting
Now look at me falling
Freed like a miracle; seed where I land
I might never let go

How unwary the love that confesses
For morning undresses us sweet as a feather
But a melody never trangresses
And whiskey's caresses might bring us together


Sickle and harvest; fiddle and bow
Sing to my heart and play at your courting
Now look at me falling
Freed like a miracle; seed where I land
I might never let go

Well all the bones in the clay are embracing
Facing eternity chasing each other
And all the trees with their branches unlacing
Bracing for mistletoe's miracle lover

Oh for youth is a crow at the harvest
Beauty is bound to be fickle and flee us
Now the moon is a sickle in darkness
Kiss me whilst only true lovers might see us

Sickle and harvest; fiddle and bow
Sing to my heart and play at your courting
Now look at me falling
Freed like a miracle; seed where I land
I might never let go


Sickle and harvest; fiddle and bow
Sing to my heart and play at your courting
Now look at me falling
Freed like a miracle; seed where I land
I might never let go