The Sheaves

The Sheaves
Poem by Edwin Arlington Robinson
Music by Tom Chapin
© 2009 The Last Music Co. (ASCAP)

Where long the shadows
Of the wind had rolled,
Green wheat was yielding
To the change assigned;
As if by some vast magic undivined
The world was turning slowly into gold.

Like nothing that was ever bought or sold
It waited there, the body and the mind;
And with a mighty meaning of a kind
That tells the more the more it is not told.

So in a land where all days are not fair,
Fair days went on till on another day
A thousand golden sheaves were lying there,
Shining and still, but not for long to stay.

As if a thousand girls with golden hair
Might rise from where they slept and go away.

This song appears on Tom Chapin's Let The Bad Times Roll CD.

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