The Great Harvest of Plenty

Waugh


All around the river banks
A flock come gathered from afar
My whooping crane guide it to zenith
I am above
The young ones bright-eyed and yearning
Come to this creator sprouting life in him returning
Listen to these words he says
It's what I have for you

We always dreamt of some grass Summer

I never cut into another on the murderous sea
Only the fish so bountiful with eyes that look into me
A matrix maps the universes, I can reach in
And take part in the Great Harvest of Plenty

I'm taking part in
It's taking a part of me
The Great Harvest
Is taking a part of me
I'm taking part in the Great Harvest


Autor(es): Waugh