Harvester of Gold by Lizzy Hardingham

 

Harvester of gold he cried, you’re counting down the days

Your mothers and brothers have all flown away

Harvester of gold he cried, brace our breeze no more

For with the first day of spring you shall sing on another shore

 

Gold shines on, gold will it shine when you are gone?

 

Harvester of gold he cried, those wings are wearing thin

No time to address this big mess we’ve got you in

Harvester of gold he cried, you’re time is at an end

Your fellow man barely can call himself a friend

 

Gold shines on, gold will it shine when you are gone?

 

Harvester of gold he cried, what torture have you seen?

The smoking gun’s nearly won this sorry scene

 

Gold shines on, gold will it shine when you are gone?

Harvester of gold