Harvest

Oh, diamond, I come soft night
Like raven, soft black in flight
Have plenty of that rhondite
Have love and skin of cross-eyed

Now
To find The Moth
of Life I've lost
My fortune, it's gone
Along with my Love

Cold, bolted, barren, hollow
With candle sounding swallow
Fill cup with wormwood and clove
Bring dreams of blessed morrow

Field, forest, all through evening
Storm tempting all those sleeping
With whispers, sisters reaping
All riches good for keeping

Now
I've lost my heart
It's vacant and hard
To retrace what's gone
To stop what's been done

The heels are of mud
The mind withdrawn
My trial has come
The drought begun

I call

No, come again beside
No, come again to hide
No, come again beside
No, come again beside
Beside me
Beside, beside me

He lay down alone
He lay down alone

With honor oh