Happiest Lion
Harvester, Golden Gowns of Glee
Isn't it like them to perceive The dullest, dark colours in a cornucopia of leaves?We was dancing 'round the hillsIn our Autumnal feastWe was dressed in scarlet foliageWhen Summer had been bereavedIf the Winter seems barren and the solstice makes you feel aloneIf the water from the creek don't satisfy anymoreThere is a burrow in my chest, there's a home for your happinessAnd when the harvest moon comes back, we'll weave our golden gowns againThere's a fire in the valley just be there 'round sevenWe'll figure out what needs to be burned, but I just want your companyThere ain't nothin cold as ice when you've come accomodated to heatBut we've warmth in our bodies, we've a steady 90-something degreesBring your king of hearts, your throne, yourBring your keys, your cups, your coat, yourBring your canons, bring your gold, yourBring your mares, bath stone, marrow,Bring your wicker rocker, ram's horn,Bring your 'bacco, books, your hound, your
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