The Clientele - Harvest Time lyrics

Bats from the eaves go shivering by Scarecrows watch the verges of light I hear a choir on the heath at night But no one's there No one's there It's harvest time Look at them working though nobody's there The rolling moon, the heavy air Carrying the sheaves of the haunted year Through summertime Through summertime It's harvest time It's harvest time It's harvest time Bats from the eaves go shivering by Scarecrows watch the verges of light Everything here has a place and a time We're only pa**ing by It's harvest time It's harvest time Harvest time