Harvest - Dustin Tebbutt

We all need a place to slow down

I know I rolled away but see now

A heart can only make its own sound

As it offers up a lake

We harvest in the fall

We harvest in the fall

Water finds a way back home

The glacier changes shape, crawling on

The scale and broken face of cold stone

As it offers up a lake

We harvest in the fall

We harvest in the fall

Hands harrow all alone

We harvest in the fall