Reaper's Scythe

Reap what you sow! When the hallowed harvest moon Hangs in the sky The reaper will be coming by and by Young and old, we must prepare for The Gathering Come equinox he'll visit us again And do you hear the bells begin to chime? They're ringing out for you It's harvest time For you cannot hide No matter how you try Child, you cannot hide From the reaper's scythe Yeah, the reaper's scythe Set the watchfires a-burning This Kindling Night For the psychopomp has taken flight By the corn rigs they'll see him Send up the crows Welcome, He Who Walks Behind the Rows When September sun no longer shines Hooden, on a pale mare He'll ride And you cannot hide No matter how you try Child, you cannot hide From the reaper's scythe See the Pale Rider He's sharpening his blade See the Pale Rider Now he's calling out your name... Tonight he stalks the fallow Can you feel his gaze? Hollow eyes staring through time and space Now hear us as we gather round the shrine We're singing out John Barleycorn must die' And you cannot hide No matter how you try Child, you cannot hide From the reaper's scythe --- Reaper's Scythe - Green Lung