The Harvest Moon -

Under the summer roses when

The fragrant crimson lurks in the dusk

Death comes and whispers to you

As a beautiful friend with a thousand memories

And dreaming through the twilight

Even ourselves with this clouding of the mind

In spite of the insidious mastery of song

I awake to find the dawn is grey

When the soft silver silver rain is falling there is no rest

Where are there tears enough to drown the sun?

Look in the dark whre the rails run

And asks you beautiful qustions

Under the harvest moon

Of the wild red leaves where the dead wait for you

Gone from this dream, miles from earth

I have passed by the watchman

I have gone unwilling to explain

And dreaming through the twilight

Even ourselves with this clouding of the mind

In spite of the insidious mastery of song

I awake to find the dawn is grey