[Verse 1]: The sun has died, the day is dead and done The time for work and worry now is run We sow the seeds of amber light so deep To watch you and to guard you while you lie asleep To guard you while you lie asleep. [Chorus]: (The tempo picks up slightly, becoming more of a dance. Sung by a mixed group of cheerful voices.) So dance and spin the midnight reel! Beneath the moon of glass and steel! The iron harvest we will reap and bind From the quiet of your sleeping mind! [Verse 2]: The fields of glass and stone now silent lie Beneath a velvet, starless city sky The pretty crop is tucked in beds of white and grey To dream their little, weary, worried lives away To dream their worried lives away. [Chorus]: (The group sings again, perhaps a little louder and more insistent.) So dance and spin the midnight reel! Beneath the moon of glass and steel! The iron harvest we will reap and bind From the quiet of your sleeping mind! [Verse 3]: The silver serpent slides on shining track It takes a little tribute and it won't give back It gathers up your strength and weary sighs To feed the sun that in the morning will arise To help the tired sun to rise. [Chorus]: (The final chorus is sung with vigorous, almost zealous cheer.) So dance and spin the midnight reel! Beneath the moon of glass and steel! The iron harvest we will reap and bind From the quiet of your sleeping mind! [Outro]: (The music slows down, returning to just a simple flute melody and a single, soft drum beat.) So sleep now, sleep, the harvest's almost done... Another day is coming for the iron sun... Sleep now... Sleep... (A final, breathy note from the flute hangs in the air and then stops.)
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