Harvest Neil Young
Did she w[D]ake you [A]up to t[G]ell you [D]that it was only a [(G)]change[(D)] of p[A]lan
Dream [G]up, dream [A]up let me f[Bm]ill your [E]cup with the pro[D]mise of a [A]man
Well I see you down in the young girl's town
With your mother in so much pain
I was almost there at the top of the stair
With her screamin' in the rain
Well I see you walking with your boys
Though it was not hand in hand
And was some black face in a far-off place
When you could understand
Well I see you give more than I can take
Will I only harvest some?
AS the days fly past will we lose our grasp
Or fuse it in the sun?