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


It's harvest time
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


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 passing by

It's harvest time