The harvest so welcome

Verse 1
Seasons of all my hopes wanting,
forlorne barren shores
the miraged oasis that shimmers cast before
my hunger and yearnings
are that trigger's spring
the feather of hope, your spirt and your core
 
Chorus
(Will the flail and the cythe see it all neatly cut down
yesterdays nercher, not ruly unrest
 pollen spread that all nature compounds
wing with the bee from dawn to sunset
travel a road and love be that quest
the bounty come our needs prospect)
 
Verse 2
In that harvest time of gifts
a posy'd breast come easy to the lips
nature that gives all to suckle
swollen full the fruit, the bounty that surrounds

Chorus
Verse 3
Time the hunger see it cruse like passing ships
steaming slow in its warp
we are eclipsed
fickle distance held at guard the bounds
and harvest freedom when it comes

Chorus