When the brown city air and
Cold sidewalk stares get me down
I reach for the days and
Old time ways of the farm
Memories so warm,
Of the place I was born, I recall
Harvest time
And dandelion wine in the fall

Stubblefields burning
Old windmills turning
Silhouettes framed by
The sun's fall to earth
Dew crystallizing
Harvest moon rising
October night singing
A song to the north