Days are gettin` shorter an` the air a keener snap; Apples now are droppin` into Mother Nature`s lap; The mist at dusk is risin` over valley, marsh an` fen An` it`s just as plain as sunshine, winter`s comin` on again. The turkeys now are struttin` round the old farmhouse once more; They are done with all their nestin`, and their hatchin` days are o`er; Now the farmer`s cuttin` fodder for the silo towerin` high An` he`s frettin` an` complainin` `cause the corn`s a bit too dry. But the air is mighty peaceful an` the scene is good to see, An` there`s somethin` in October that stirs deep inside o` me; An` I just can`t help believin` in a God above us, when Everything is ripe for harvest an the frost is back again.SourceThe script ran 0.004 seconds.
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