The Spirit of the Harvest Festival
[Extended Pipe Organ]
[Verse 1]
Oooooooooooooooooo
In a meadow once lively with autumn's grand feast,
A spirit now lingers where joy has decreased.
The harvest festival was vibrant and bright,
But a darkened fate turned it into a night.
[Extended Pipe Organ]
[Pre-Chorus]
A jester's cruel prank ruined the festival's cheer,
Casting a shadow of terror and fear.
Each Halloween night, the spirit appears,
Haunting the fields where the harvest was dear.
[Chorus]
The Spirit of the Harvest Festival, beware,
Wanders the meadows with a sorrowful glare.
His laughter once joyful, now echoes with dread,
As he seeks to mend the wrongs that were said.
So be wary when the harvest moon shines bright,
For the spirit's sorrow will haunt the night.
[Extended Pipe Organ]
[Verse 2]
The stalls are now empty, the decorations are frayed,
A reminder of merriment that has long decayed.
The spirit dances alone where the revelers once sang,
Seeking forgiveness for the pain that he brings.
[Extended Pipe Organ]
[Pre-Chorus]
The festival's mirth was turned into fright,
By a single cruel jest on that fateful night.
Each Halloween eve, he returns to the scene,
To relive the sorrow where the fields once were green.
[Chorus 1]
The Spirit of the Harvest Festival, beware,
Wanders the meadows with a sorrowful glare.
His laughter once joyful, now echoes with dread,
As he seeks to mend the wrongs that were said.
So be wary when the harvest moon shines bright,
For the spirit's sorrow will haunt the night.
[Extended Pipe Organ]
[Bridge]
The fields are now silent where the festival thrived,
A ghostly reminder of joy that survived.
The spirit's lament is a tale of regret,
For a prank that turned the harvest to a night of regret.
[Flute]
[Final Chorus]
The Spirit of the Harvest Festival, beware,
Wanders the meadows with a sorrowful glare.
His laughter once joyful, now echoes with dread,
As he seeks to mend the wrongs that were said.
So be wary when the harvest moon shines bright,
For the spirit's sorrow will haunt the night.
Oooooooooooooooooo
[Extended Pipe Organ]
[Flute]
[End]
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The Spirit of the Harvest Festival
[Extended Pipe Organ]
[Verse 1]
Oooooooooooooooooo
In a meadow once lively with autumn's grand feast,
A spirit now lingers where joy has decreased.
The harvest festival was vibrant and bright,
But a darkened fate turned it into a night.
[Extended Pipe Organ]
[Pre-Chorus]
A jester's cruel prank ruined the festival's cheer,
Casting a shadow of terror and fear.
Each Halloween night, the spirit appears,
Haunting the fields where the harvest was dear.
[Chorus]
The Spirit of the Harvest Festival, beware,
Wanders the meadows with a sorrowful glare.
His laughter once joyful, now echoes with dread,
As he seeks to mend the wrongs that were said.
So be wary when the harvest moon shines bright,
For the spirit's sorrow will haunt the night.
[Extended Pipe Organ]
[Verse 2]
The stalls are now empty, the decorations are frayed,
A reminder of merriment that has long decayed.
The spirit dances alone where the revelers once sang,
Seeking forgiveness for the pain that he brings.
[Extended Pipe Organ]
[Pre-Chorus]
The festival's mirth was turned into fright,
By a single cruel jest on that fateful night.
Each Halloween eve, he returns to the scene,
To relive the sorrow where the fields once were green.
[Chorus 1]
The Spirit of the Harvest Festival, beware,
Wanders the meadows with a sorrowful glare.
His laughter once joyful, now echoes with dread,
As he seeks to mend the wrongs that were said.
So be wary when the harvest moon shines bright,
For the spirit's sorrow will haunt the night.
[Extended Pipe Organ]
[Bridge]
The fields are now silent where the festival thrived,
A ghostly reminder of joy that survived.
The spirit's lament is a tale of regret,
For a prank that turned the harvest to a night of regret.
[Flute]
[Final Chorus]
The Spirit of the Harvest Festival, beware,
Wanders the meadows with a sorrowful glare.
His laughter once joyful, now echoes with dread,
As he seeks to mend the wrongs that were said.
So be wary when the harvest moon shines bright,
For the spirit's sorrow will haunt the night.
Oooooooooooooooooo
[Extended Pipe Organ]
[Flute]
[End]
[Extended Pipe Organ]
[Verse 1]
Oooooooooooooooooo
In a meadow once lively with autumn's grand feast,
A spirit now lingers where joy has decreased.
The harvest festival was vibrant and bright,
But a darkened fate turned it into a night.
[Extended Pipe Organ]
[Pre-Chorus]
A jester's cruel prank ruined the festival's cheer,
Casting a shadow of terror and fear.
Each Halloween night, the spirit appears,
Haunting the fields where the harvest was dear.
[Chorus]
The Spirit of the Harvest Festival, beware,
Wanders the meadows with a sorrowful glare.
His laughter once joyful, now echoes with dread,
As he seeks to mend the wrongs that were said.
So be wary when the harvest moon shines bright,
For the spirit's sorrow will haunt the night.
[Extended Pipe Organ]
[Verse 2]
The stalls are now empty, the decorations are frayed,
A reminder of merriment that has long decayed.
The spirit dances alone where the revelers once sang,
Seeking forgiveness for the pain that he brings.
[Extended Pipe Organ]
[Pre-Chorus]
The festival's mirth was turned into fright,
By a single cruel jest on that fateful night.
Each Halloween eve, he returns to the scene,
To relive the sorrow where the fields once were green.
[Chorus 1]
The Spirit of the Harvest Festival, beware,
Wanders the meadows with a sorrowful glare.
His laughter once joyful, now echoes with dread,
As he seeks to mend the wrongs that were said.
So be wary when the harvest moon shines bright,
For the spirit's sorrow will haunt the night.
[Extended Pipe Organ]
[Bridge]
The fields are now silent where the festival thrived,
A ghostly reminder of joy that survived.
The spirit's lament is a tale of regret,
For a prank that turned the harvest to a night of regret.
[Flute]
[Final Chorus]
The Spirit of the Harvest Festival, beware,
Wanders the meadows with a sorrowful glare.
His laughter once joyful, now echoes with dread,
As he seeks to mend the wrongs that were said.
So be wary when the harvest moon shines bright,
For the spirit's sorrow will haunt the night.
Oooooooooooooooooo
[Extended Pipe Organ]
[Flute]
[End]
Writer: Bruce Alan Marcom
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC