| When the marigold no longer blooms
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| When summer sun is turned to gloom
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| See the forecast winter snow
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| See the evergreen that lonely grows
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| Move close to the fireplace
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| Neglect the garden
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| See the ground harden
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| At a ghostly place
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| The golden summer sun is silver now
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| The fruit has fallen from the bough
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| The season moves to chestnut time
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| Toffee apples, treacle and mulled wine
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| Quilts and furs and woolens gay
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| You wrap around you
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| But the cold confounds you
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| On an autumn day
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| Stout and strong the walls of home and hearth
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| Curtains drawn against the draft
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| The rake has reaped, the blade has mown
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| Nights draw in to call the harvest home
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| The quiet of a heart at rest
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| In peace abounded
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| By love surrounded
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| Here the home is blest
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| Harvest home
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| Come, ye thankful people, come
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| Raise the song of harvest home
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| All be safely gathered in
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| Ere the winter storms begin
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| God, our maker doth provide
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| For our wants to be supplied
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| Come, ye thankful people, come
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| Raise the song of harvest home |