Marigold / Harvest Home - Steeleye Span

When the marigold no longer blooms

When summer sun is turned to gloom

See the forecast winter snow

See the evergreen that lonely grows

Move close to the fireplace

Neglect the garden

See the ground harden

At a ghostly place

The golden summer sun is silver now

The fruit has fallen from the bough

The season moves to chestnut time

Toffee apples, treacle and mulled wine

Quilts and furs and woolens gay

You wrap around you

But the cold confounds you

On an autumn day

Stout and strong the walls of home and hearth

Curtains drawn against the draft

The rake has reaped, the blade has mown

Nights draw in to call the harvest home

The quiet of a heart at rest

In peace abounded

By love surrounded

Here the home is blest

Harvest home

Come, ye thankful people, come

Raise the song of harvest home

All be safely gathered in

Ere the winter storms begin

God, our maker doth provide

For our wants to be supplied

Come, ye thankful people, come

Raise the song of harvest home