Send In The Harpist (Acoustic)

Lyrics: Hugh Macdonald Music: Hugh Macdonald In the end, you, me and the canned beans expire We become stories told round the fire We become bark on the family tree We start to mean less than we used to mean

The songs that we loved are heard and outdated  Our house and our school rebuilt and repainted  The bench that we sit on is now an apartment  And we return back to where we started 

Send in the harpist It’s time for harvest 

How about you let me hold your hand  Practicing for when the music ends  I don’t want to curse it but I have a feeling  We could get good at this  While we’re still breathing 

Maybe one day I’ll get the perfect haircut  Maybe there’s time to do something important Maybe the time spent thinking about it  Could have been spent in the moment 

Send in the harpist It’s time for harvest  Send in the harpist It’s time for harvest