Written by Emily Harstone | December 8, 2016
A farmer testing his bountiful Crop.
I’a flesh and blood scarecrow rummaging
A flesh and blood scarecrow rummaging
The field consoled him without judgment.
Thanks for this bountiful harvest Lord!
Even The Scarecrow Revered Nature’s Seasons
Mi nascondo agli occhi del cielo
His heart told him to grieve.
Window for harvest, let’s go!
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A farmer testing his bountiful Crop.
I’a flesh and blood scarecrow rummaging
A flesh and blood scarecrow rummaging
A flesh and blood scarecrow rummaging
The field consoled him without judgment.
Thanks for this bountiful harvest Lord!
Even The Scarecrow Revered Nature’s Seasons
Mi nascondo agli occhi del cielo
His heart told him to grieve.
Window for harvest, let’s go!