#Stacktober Lyrics

The Harvest

 

Father, you owe me my inheritance,
all my inheritance
I put in my time working the garden
planting and harvesting
Take the heat of the afternoon
Add the peach trees, times by two
And I’ll tell you what you get
Maybe a tenth, maybe a hundredth of my inheritance

 

I plan on having fun
I plan on making friends
I’m tired of working on your farm
And being disconnected

 

I’ve done
I did
Now give me my inheritance

 

Jesus, you owe my my inheritance
all my inheritance
I witnessed those times I found convenient
and suited mytemperament
Count the homeless that I fed
Times the Christian books I’ve read
and I’ll tell you what I get
Maybe a tenth, maybe a hundredth of my inheritance

 

I plan on having fun
I plan on making friends
I’m tired of being shackled
And socially inept

 

I’ve done
I did
Now give me my inheritance

 

Wander squander far from father
Wake up broken, stumble homeward

 

Father father
Please leave the calf alive
No feasting in my name tonight
I don’t deserve your love I can’t look you in the eyes
I’m just looking for a warmer, dryer, less expensive place to die

 

Somehow I thought that I was good, cause the good was in me
I never understood how discrete my pride could be

 

Spirit, I get it you don’t owe me nothing
especially as payment
But fill me like a belly after a banquet
With humility and patience
Jesus, get me when you can
Father know that until then
I’ll be working on you land
Planting seeds, watering, pulling weeds
Waiting for the harvest

 

 

Book

 

You bought my book
You bought it used
You bought it dogeared
You bought it abused

 

You took the time
To read through the jacket
To read through my contents
To read through my pretext

 

Didn’t you notice
The party who published it?
I think it was you, the front matter says it was you
With machine and ink and run
You could have just printed another one
You bought it instead, you went to the shop instead

 

You read it through
It took you ages
Of writing in margins
Of thumbing through pages

 

You called it good
In spite of the story
A little bit childish
A little bit boring

 

I’m not understanding this
It’s no kind of classic
It’s not a bestseller, It never got good reviews
You found a place for it,
Your personal collection
You set it out on the table, your living room table

 

You bought my book
You bought it used
You bought it dogeared
You bought it abused

 

 

 

Piles of Leaves

 

If you were a pumpkin, I’d pick you out special

And work at making you smile
And if I was an apple tree, I’d shake down a bushel free

Perfect for making darn good pies

Profoundly tasty pies.

 

Every leaf that falls is another heart beat that piles
Into mounds that keep on growing deeper
And while I like to jump in those
I’d rather not jump in alone
So all you need to know is I want you

I want you to jump in too.

 

If you were a corn maze, I’d happily get lost

I’d take my time finding my way out.

If I was a hay bail I’d offer you a spot
The wagon ride’s in high demand this year
The leaves have caught ablaze with Autumn chill
Every leaf that falls is another heart beat that piles
Into mounds that keep on growing deeper
And while I like to jump in those
I’d rather not jump in alone
So all you need to know is I want you

I want you to jump in too.

 

Before the days are shortest

And the heavy morning frost, that crunchy morning frost

Before the trees are naked

Before the winter’s taken hold,

My Lord, it’s getting cold

My hot Cider’s getting cold.

 

(Whistle)

 

Every leaf that falls is another heart beat that piles
Into mounds that keep on growing deeper
And while I like to jump in those
I’d rather not jump in alone
So all you need to know is I want you

I want you to jump in too.

 

 

Canning Friends

 

Maybe when the summer ends

We’ll find a blueberry patch, and then
Will pick a bucket, maybe two,
Eating ’til our lips are blue.

And then we’ll wash them,
Pluck the leaves and pull the stems.
Then we’ll sort them,
Throw the culls and keep the gems.
In freezer bags we’ll freeze our friends.

Maybe when the Autumn’s in
We’ll find an apple orchard, then
We’ll pick a couple bushel boxes
Fujis, Cortlands, Macintoshes.

And then we’ll wash them,
Cut the cores and peel the skins
Then we’ll sauce them,
in mason jars with cinnamon.
In steaming jars we’ll seal our friends.

And in the time between bluster and blossom,
When blueberry patches have drifts blown across them,
We’ll go to those freezers and cupboards of ours,
Finding our friendships in zip-locks and jars.

Maybe when the robin is
Greeting warm the Spring with his
Hopping, chirping, worm-unearthing
feeding on a world rebirthing,

We’ll start to wonder
How the Winter made us different
How someday yonder
the Summer sun will settle in
and Summer days will never end.
We can have our friends instead
Of freezer bags,
Of mason jars,
Of memories frozen in our heads

One Response to “#Stacktober Lyrics

  • Your song, Harvest, has spoken to my heart. God has really been adjusting my perspective. Thank you for sharing your gift! Hope you’re doing well Scott!

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