Steeleye Span - Marigold - harvest home

^GWhen the mari^Dgold no longer ^Ablooms, When summer ^Csun is turned to ^Ggloom, See the forecast winter ^Dsnow, ^CSee the evergreen that lonely ^Agrows. ^GMove close to the ^Dfire^Aplace, Neglect the ^Cgarden, See the ground ^Aharden, At a ghostly ^Em7place.

The ^Ggolden summer ^Dsun is silver ^Anow, The fruit has ^Cfallen from the ^Gbough, The season moves to chestnut ^Dtime, ^CToffee apples, treacle, and mulled ^Awine. ^GQuilts and furs and ^Dwoolens ^Agay, You wrap a^Cround you, But the cold con^Afounds you, On an autumn ^Em7day.

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^GStout and strong the ^Dwalls of home and ^Ahearth, The curtains ^Cdrawn against the ^Gdraft, The rake has reaped, the blade has ^Dmown, ^CNights draw in to call the harvest ^Ahome. The ^Gquiet of a ^Dheart at ^Arest, In peace a^Cbounded, By love sur^Arounded, Here the home is ^Em7blest.

^DCome, ye ^Athankful ^Gpeople, ^Dcome! ^DRaise the ^Asong of ^Gharvest ^Dhome! ^DAll be ^Emsafely ^Agathered ^Din, ^DEre ^Ethe ^Awin^Dter ^Astorms ^Ebe^Agin. ^AGod, our ^AMaker, ^Ddoth ^Apro^Dvide, ^DFor our ^Dwants to ^Gbe ^Dsup^Gplied. ^GCome, ye ^Emthankful ^Apeople, ^Dcome, ^GRaise the ^Dsong of ^Dhar^Avest ^Dhome, ^GRaise the ^Dsong of ^Dhar^Avest ^Dhome.