We walked October through the maze
To see the harvest home
The air was thick with autumn's breath
The scent of corn and loam
The rooster crew the winter down
The frost obscured the ground
And now the hour is come at last
To turn the year around...
Walk me down the scarecrow trail
Black-winged mother of the crows;
Help me see beyond the veil
Learn the things that no one knows
In their hats and hand-me-downs
They stand watchful in the field;
As the greens give way to browns
Still the scarecrows never yield...
Bring me to the harvest, to the cotton and the corn
Spread your wings and show me quick, before November's born
Take me to the farmer's door
Bright-eyed mother of the crows;
Let the grain fall on the floor
Let the chaff catch on my clothes
Set the scythe against the grain
Race the cold as night descends
Set the pattern, make it plain
When we're done, we'll make amends...
Bring me to the harvest, to the cotton and the corn
Spread your wings and show me quick, before November's born
Give me leave to light the way
Bird-wise mother of the crows;
There are laws we must obey
Certain ways this story goes
Let me carve the pumpkin's face
Light the candle, dare the dark
We who fly must know our place
Let the winter make its mark...
Bring me to the harvest, to the cotton and the corn
Spread your wings and show me quick, before November's born
Help me find the proper path
Be my mother of the crows;
Through the corn and through the chaff
Though the wind of winter blows
Guide my feet and guide me true
Keep me turning to the right
If I can keep faith with you
We may make it through this night...
Bring me to the harvest, to the cotton and the corn
Spread your wings and show me quick, before November's born
We walked October through the maze
To see the harvest home
The air was thick with autumn's breath
The scent of corn and loam