Copyright Dana Clark 2013

CHORUS: This is the harvest
And gladly I am reaping what I've sown
Here in the garden
I glory in the gifts my life has grown
Season of plenty
Sprung from seeds I scattered on the wind
Surprising bounty
Fullness of the feast I've gathered in

VERSE: Hungry I once planted when my tears watered the seeds
When the labor almost broke me and there was no guarantee
Still I never once imagined in the stony fields I tilled
This Eden that surrounds me now, its promises fulfilled


VERSE: I sink my fingers in the soil to touch the dust of stars
From this mud has come the sum of everything we are
The earth our flesh, the rocks our bones, our blood the endless sea
Turning and returning in eternal mystery


VERSE: Our every hunger richly nourished by the frugal earth
That welcomes death in season and transforms it in rebirth
This never ending cycle claims each living thing that falls
Our final rest will feed the soil that freely feeds us allCHORUSAll instruments and vocals: Dana ClarkMix by Brant Sankey