From the recording High on the Hog
Lyrics
The morning mist hangs low across the fields
The sun peeks slowly, its warmth reveals
Corn stalks whisper secrets to the breeze
And I walk the rows, my hands in the leaves
The scarecrow stands with a crooked smile
Watching over acres that stretch for miles
Crows take flight, circling in the sky
Another day to work, another day gone by
The orchard glows in shades of red and gold
Apples heavy, stories waiting to be told
Sweat on my brow, dust on my boots
The scent of hay drifting from the roots
The children laugh and run through the corn
Their footprints mark the memory of the morn
Every sound and color, every fleeting ray
Reminds me that summer is slipping away
I feel the shift in the evening air
A quiet promise that the season's rare
When the summer fades and the leaves turn gold
We gather the memories we used to hold
Every sunset whispers, every cool breeze sways
The harvest reminds us of summer days
Evening falls, the sky a painted flame
The barn doors creak, the cattle call my name
Lanterns flicker, shadows stretch and bend
This chapter of warmth is coming to an end
When the summer fades and the leaves turn gold
We gather the memories we used to hold
Every sunset whispers, every cool breeze sways
The harvest reminds us of summer days
Crisp nights falling, stars in the sky
The long, warm evenings waving goodbye
We fold the seasons, tuck them away
Waiting for the spring of another day
When the summer fades and the leaves turn gold
We gather the memories we used to hold
Every sunset whispers, every cool breeze sways
The harvest reminds us of summer days
Golden fields, and the work is through
But the warmth of summer will live in you