Winter Harvest

Lyrics

I left you standing all alone by the subway,
In that summer when the city had blown apart,
It was a long way from Times Square back up to Portland,
But like a tangle made of quicksand New York did its part,

I was seventeen and tried real hard,
To get you on the right bus before dark,
Like a country kitten so warm and naïve,
That people might deny you, you just couldn’t believe,

You had your bag you had your dreams held softly in your pocket,
And fifteen years of wisdom it was all that you would need,
You hadn’t counted on the dark side of man that roamed the streets like Satan in disguise,
Goodbye Becky Stuart, forever in my dreams,

I was seventeen and tried real hard,
To get you on the right bus before dark,
Like a country bumpkin so kind and naïve,
That people might misuse you, you just couldn’t perceive,

Hey pretty girl, where you all goin,’
Come on, sit down for awhile,
Hey pretty girl, what you all thinkin,’
Please, sit down for awhile,
The city’s no place for sunshine and moonbeams,
It’ll gut you, cut you put you on trial,
So hey pretty girl, where you all goin,’
Please sit down for awhile,
Please sit down for awhile,

See Portland called to say that you’d never made it,
They city rushed on by never whispered a thing,
I like to believe that somehow you’re still out there,
With six grandkids, a good man and a ring,

All of seventeen I tried real hard,
To get you on the right bus before dark,
Like a country kitten so soft and naïve,
That people might destroy you, you just couldn’t conceive…

True story.