James Reyne
Harvest Moon
She talked in riddlesShe talked in three dimensionalShe held my lazy head when evening light was goneShe called the breaksI ploughed the lower forty whenShe called me plough boySay what paddock were you onSummer sun when my day is doneGod help me just to shade my eyesHarvest moon she'll be rising soonGod willing and the creek don't riseShe knows I'm rightShe knows I'm so conventionalShe knows I'm cultivated furrows on my browThe land was mortifiedThe land was indivisibleI tell you someday we will reap what we might sowDon't riseShe calls me CaptainShe knows I'm so industriousShe fills my tea, cup when the window shades are downWe load the pick, upLetras de cancionesWe're making individualWe're making all that hay while driving into townDon't riseHarvest moon she'll be rising soonGod willing and the creek don't riseDon't rise
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