Bats from the eaves go shivering by   Scarecrows watch the verges of light   I hear a choir on the heath at night   But no one’s there      It’s harvest time   It’s harvest time      Look at them working though nobody’s there   The rolling moon the heavy air   Carrying the sheaves of the haunted year   Through summertime      It’s harvest time   It’s harvest time      Bats from the eaves go shivering by   Scarecrows watch the verges of light   Everything here has a place and a time   We’re only passing by      It’s harvest time