Reaping Song Lyrics

It was just that golden time of the year I knew I heard your voice You requested me to follow That way we all must go I recalled the words you've written The last time you held the quill I wanted the winds to take me But something held my will I can feel you roam When the seeds are grown I hear you cry along To the reaping song You had left before the winter With the last of fallen leaves Our universe had splintered I could not blur the grief But when the birds fly south And apples fall from trees You're granting me a sprout Of times that used to be Within this time of year I can feel you near I hear you cry along To the reaping song It was the rising of the fall And again I heard your call Your presence would increase With the last October breeze You invited me your way This time I could not stay And in that golden time of the year I walked with you my dear Now the maples sigh And the birches cry When I sing along To the reaping song