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 no one s there it s harvest time look at them working though nobodys there the rolling moon the heavy air carrying the sheaves of the haunted year through summertime through summertime it s harvest time 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 it s harvest time harvest time