SWING THE SHINING SICKLE
(Words by Alice C. D. Riley, music by Jessie L. Gaynor)

Swing the shining sickle,
Cut the ripened grain,
Flash it in the sunlight,
Swing it once again.
Tie the golden grain-heads
Into shining sheaves,
Beautiful their colors.
As the autumn leaves.

Pick the rosy apples,
Pack away with care,
Gather in the corn-ears,
Gleaming ev'rywhere.
Now the fruits are gathered,
All the grains are in,
Nuts are in the attic,
Corn is in the bin.

Loudly blows the north wind,
Through the shiv'ring trees,
Bare are all the branches,
Fallen all the leaves.
Gathered is the harvest
For another year,
Now our day of gladness,
Thanksgiving Day is here.


From "Music Far and Near," Music for Living Book Four, James L. Mursell et al., Silver Burdett Co., 1962, p. 161 with music.

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