Starvine Harvest

(ohhh-aaaa-ohhh) The quiet earth is breathing deep tonight

Beneath the silver vault of endless sky

We gather up the golden grain of life

And watch the sparks of ancient embers fly (ahhhh)

Feel the ancient ground rising up to meet the stars

Every seed we sowed is shining where we are

Sing to the heavens,

dance on the clay The harvest is gathered,

the night turns to day

Under the starlight, our spirits are free A circle of life and

a grand jubilee

The granaries are full of sun and rain

A year of dust has turned to golden wealth

We offer up our gratitude and strain

To toast the land,

our family, and health (ohhh-aaaa-ohhh)

Under the starry sky

We sleep