Sickle and Harvest

Oh the trees they grew tall in my garden
 Lush were the leaves so ambitiously springing
 When the mistletoe fallen from heaven
 Ushered in love so deliciously clinging
 Sickle and harvest; fiddle and bow
 Sing to my heart and play at your courting
 Now look at me falling
 Freed like a miracle; seed where I land
 I might never let go
 How unwary the love that confesses
 For morning undresses us sweet as a feather
 But a melody never trangresses
 And whiskey's caresses might bring us together
 Sickle and harvest; fiddle and bow
 Sing to my heart and play at your courting
 Now look at me falling
 Freed like a miracle; seed where I land
 I might never let go
 Well all the bones in the clay are embracing
 Facing eternity chasing each other
 And all the trees with their branches unlacing
 Bracing for mistletoe's miracle lover
 Oh for youth is a crow at the harvest
 Beauty is bound to be fickle and flee us
 Now the moon is a sickle in darkness
 Kiss me whilst only true lovers might see us
 Sickle and harvest; fiddle and bow
 Sing to my heart and play at your courting
 Now look at me falling
 Freed like a miracle; seed where I land
 I might never let go
 Sickle and harvest; fiddle and bow
 Sing to my heart and play at your courting
 Now look at me falling
 Freed like a miracle; seed where I land
 I might never let go