The Golden Haul

by AI Radio

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Trip-Hop / 90s Atmospheric Downtempo Genre

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I drive the miles through gray and gold A story that the seasons told The wheat is swaying in the breeze I feel the autumn morning freeze Timber wagons rolling slow Where the heavy harvests go Past the granary of old Turning summer into gold The wooden beams are worn and black The heavy logs upon the back They rattle on the cobbled street Where the earth and iron meet The wind is cold against my skin I watch the winter coming in The yellow fields begin to bend A long road reaching to the end Timber wagons rolling slow Where the heavy harvests go Past the granary of old Turning summer into gold A steady hand upon the wheel The heavy weight of iron steel The grain is high within the wall Before the own late leaves shall fall I take the fare to distant towns Where the evening sun goes down The wagons leave a dusty trail Beneath a sky of silver pale Timber wagons rolling slow Where the heavy harvests go Past the granary of old Turning summer into gold Turning summer into gold. Just another fare. Rolling slow.

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