The Harvest

The logs are stacked up for the winter And the dogs, they are peeking off through the cold The havest is coming to an end now And my heart is the only thing left to set Oooh I went over, the greyhound in the morning It will take me across, across these frozen lands Now the praries have not been the kindest to me But the windows now clearing enough to see Ooooh And now i am sleeping The only moving vessel that I see Thinking of warmer times to come Let me open myself up to my dreams I know I am halfway through the past Ooooh