Lyrics Harvest Moon - Foster , Allen
                                                The 
                                                Nightingales 
                                                are 
                                                singing 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                valley
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                stars 
                                                they 
                                                shine 
                                                like 
                                                Jewels 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                sky
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                maiden 
                                                by 
                                                her 
                                                garden 
                                                gate 
                                                is 
                                                waiting
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                dreams 
                                                about 
                                                    a 
                                                love 
                                                that 
                                                never 
                                                dies
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                fading 
                                                sun 
                                                has 
                                                taken 
                                                summer 
                                                from 
                                                us
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                when 
                                                the 
                                                fields 
                                                are 
                                                ripe 
                                                with 
                                                golden 
                                                grain
 
                                    
                                
                                                Then 
                                                I'll 
                                                come 
                                                back 
                                                and 
                                                keep 
                                                my 
                                                loving 
                                                promise
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                you 
                                                and 
                                                    I 
                                                will 
                                                never 
                                                part 
                                                again
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                the 
                                                Harvest 
                                                moon 
                                                is 
                                                shining 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                river
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                merry 
                                                harvest 
                                                songs 
                                                again 
                                                we'll 
                                                hear
 
                                    
                                
                                                Then 
                                                as 
                                                sweethearts 
                                                we 
                                                will 
                                                roam
 
                                    
                                
                                                Down 
                                                    a 
                                                path 
                                                that 
                                                leads 
                                                to 
                                                home
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                the 
                                                harvest 
                                                moon 
                                                is 
                                                shining 
                                                Molly, 
                                                dear
 
                                    
                                
                                                Its 
                                                autumn 
                                                now 
                                                down 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                peaceful 
                                                valley
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                paths 
                                                are 
                                                strewn 
                                                with 
                                                leaves 
                                                of 
                                                red 
                                                and 
                                                gold
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                someone 
                                                waits 
                                                for 
                                                somebody's 
                                                returning
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                dreams 
                                                about 
                                                    a 
                                                love 
                                                they 
                                                had 
                                                before
 
                                    
                                
                                                Beneath 
                                                the 
                                                oceans 
                                                dashing 
                                                foam 
                                                he's 
                                                sleeping
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                when 
                                                the 
                                                golden 
                                                twilight 
                                                throws 
                                                it's 
                                                rays
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                maiden 
                                                by 
                                                her 
                                                garden 
                                                gate 
                                                still 
                                                waiting
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                    a 
                                                one 
                                                who'd 
                                                promised 
                                                he'd 
                                                come 
                                                back 
                                                someday
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                the 
                                                Harvest 
                                                moon 
                                                is 
                                                shining 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                river
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                merry 
                                                harvest 
                                                songs 
                                                again 
                                                we'll 
                                                hear
 
                                    
                                
                                                Then 
                                                as 
                                                sweethearts 
                                                we 
                                                will 
                                                roam
 
                                    
                                
                                                Down 
                                                    a 
                                                path 
                                                that 
                                                leads 
                                                to 
                                                home
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                the 
                                                harvest 
                                                moon 
                                                is 
                                                shining 
                                                Molly, 
                                                dear
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                the 
                                                Harvest 
                                                moon 
                                                is 
                                                shining 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                river
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                the 
                                                merry 
                                                harvest 
                                                songs 
                                                again 
                                                we'll 
                                                hear
 
                                    
                                
                                                Then 
                                                as 
                                                sweethearts 
                                                we 
                                                will 
                                                roam
 
                                    
                                
                                                Down 
                                                    a 
                                                path 
                                                that 
                                                leads 
                                                to 
                                                home
 
                                    
                                
                                                When 
                                                the 
                                                harvest 
                                                moon 
                                                is 
                                                shining 
                                                Molly, 
                                                dear
 
                                    
                                
                                                End
 
                                    
                                 
                            1 Maggie
2 The Old Rustic Bridge by the Mill
3 Harvest Moon
4 Isle of Innishfree
5 Mist Upon the Morning
6 Medley of Hornpipes
7 Sweethearts in the Spring
8 Blue Eyes Crying in the Rain
9 Molly My Lovely Molly
10 Seasons of My Heart
11 Medley of Reels
12 Nell Flaherty's Drake
13 Farewell to Derry
14 Johnny Brown
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