Harvest of 55
They came one week, and left the next
Then all the stalks were bare
The most beautiful sounds your ears ever heard came from our fields out there
From my back porch, I could see through the haze and hear 30 some old souls, their loud praises raised
To the God who had freed their kin before and now all crossing over Jordan's white shore
The words were clear but I could tell, the mournful songs their hеarts knew well
And all the hymns of еndless joy, to show this whole world it could not destroy
The faith they had in God above, singing loudly of their saviors love

Not much else can I recall, of how they came and went each fall
But in my heart they're planted deep, those haunting melodies repeat
Of when they came one week, and left next week, and all the stalks were bare