Come Join Us for a Hayride
The wagon waiting by the barn
Is filled with new-mown hay,
So come and join us for a ride
At eventide today.
The harvest moon will lead us
Down the shadowed winding lane;
And as we cuddle close, we’ll sing,
An old time refrain.
The chilly breeze at dusk will bring
The scent of ripened wheat.
What other scent has nature made
More delicately sweet!
Beyond the cornstalks piled high
Like wigwams, we will pass
And gather golden pumpkins from the
Frosty meadow grass.
Then dreaming solitary dreams
Of other autumns past
When we were young, we’ll reminisce
And head back home at last.
There’ll be cider, hot and steamy,
So please say that you will stay,
And come and join us for a ride
At eventide today.
by Nita Cain
The wagon waiting by the barn
Is filled with new-mown hay,
So come and join us for a ride
At eventide today.
The harvest moon will lead us
Down the shadowed winding lane;
And as we cuddle close, we’ll sing,
An old time refrain.
The chilly breeze at dusk will bring
The scent of ripened wheat.
What other scent has nature made
More delicately sweet!
Beyond the cornstalks piled high
Like wigwams, we will pass
And gather golden pumpkins from the
Frosty meadow grass.
Then dreaming solitary dreams
Of other autumns past
When we were young, we’ll reminisce
And head back home at last.
There’ll be cider, hot and steamy,
So please say that you will stay,
And come and join us for a ride
At eventide today.
by Nita Cain
