The Thomsons - Future Harvest

Its green and its gold, fine pastel shades of a warm summer's day
Oceans of lime for a really good time, the sound of the sea and just you and me

It's big and it's bold, yellowed with age like an unturned page,
fragrance of wood to taste like it should, fine butter and cream, yesterday's dream.

Pass the glass love; let's bury what's dead
Let the pages turn a new leaf instead
Pass the glass love; let's leave it unsaid
I'm walking a backward mile to stay one step ahead

It's leather and earth, the dust and decay of a barnyard dray
Pepper and spice for a very long life, the crimson of mace for a cold winter place

The last harvest has past, and let's drink to the vintage
With the promise of bounty and good things to come

Pass the glass love; let's bury what's dead
Let the pages turn a new leaf instead
Pass the glass love; let's leave it unsaid
I'm walking a backward mile to stay one step ahead

Written by:
Scott Thomson

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