The Harvest Is Past

Well, the summer's gone, the harvest past
 And still we are not saved
 Still slaving for what's called riches
 Tryin' to take 'em to our grave
 And I'd say the harvest is past
 Look around you, none of this can last.
 Well, the best among us perish,
 While the worst among us thrive
 Thieves and beggars prosper
 While good men wither and die
 Trying to build a tower to Heaven,
 All we found were some empty clouds
 Then we shrugged our shoulders
 And we come back down.
 Which have eyes and see not
 Which have ears and hear not
 The prophets' prophecies are false
 On shifting sands they built their house
 And I'd say the summer is gone
 Look around you, watch it all come down.
 It was the hubris of the blessed few
 That brought us to our knees
 It was the ignorance of the rest of us
 That let them do just as they please
 Trying to build a tower to Heaven
 We fell down a ladder to Hell
 Well, if you ask me, Lord, it's just as well.
 All this is ludicrous, none of this none of this can last
 We thought it would last forever
 Now our best years are in our past.