O, the merry harvest-time - Webb, George J.

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◈ Genre → Partsongs ♬ Voicing → SATB ¶ Language → English

Parts 4

Instruments A cappella

Pages 12

CPDL # 79284

Editor David Anderson

Posted 2024-02-25

License Personal

¶Lyrics / Text

O, the merry harvest time! The merry, matchless harvest time! What can vie, Beneath the sky, With the merry harvest time? What though summer birds have fled, Singing to some other clime; We have tongues that music shed, And a song for harvest time. Come, o’er the hills the moon is glancing, Now’s the time for singing and dancing. Now’s the happy harvest time! The happy, honored harvest time! E’er the earth Doth mix in mirth, With her sons at harvest time. Not a storm doth vex her brow, Flooding rain nor frosty rime; But the sunny distance now, Laugheth out, ’tis harvest time. Come, o’er the hills the moon is glancing, Now’s the time for singing and dancing. Now’s the happy harvest time! The happy, honored harvest time! E’er the earth Doth mix in mirth, With her sons at harvest time. Praise, then, all the harvest time, Ye children of the harvest time; Girls and boys, Who know the joys Of the fruitful harvest time. Leave to Spring the love-sweet flowers; Winter, top, its song and rhyme; Summer all her balmy hours; We’ve our dance at harvest time. Come, o’er the hills the moon is glancing, Now’s the time for singing and dancing. Now’s the happy harvest time! The happy, honored harvest time! E’er the earth Doth mix in mirth, With her sons at harvest time.