This Time of Year

The air is fresh, mornings crisp and clear God I do love this time of year Vibrant colors abound on the trees Gracefully falling with the breeze The workday runs from sun to sun Until the "Bringing in of the crops" is done I am a lucky man to live this life Respect of my community and loving wife Sometimes in life the land yields plenty The blessings throughout the day are many As I watch the sunrise to the east It gives my soul a spiritual feast For all my friends everywhere To my Lord a silent prayer To the north her majesty appears For all to see beautiful and clear Forever snowcapped and standing tall Lady Shasta watches over all To the south another blessing to see The Sutter Buttes clouded in mystery It was the Lord that gave them their birth The shortest mountain range on earth The coastal mountains to the west Offers the sun a place to rest Followed shortly for all to see The "Harvest Moon" clear as can be Then comes a moment that is hard As I head my "Cat" off to the yard My final ride of this year My face accepts a single tear My heart becomes full of sorrow I inject myself with poison tomorrow Thats the price that a junkie must pay Years after he has changed his way The reason is very clear to see I put myself "At risk" to hepatitis C I can't stop the fear from flooding in What will it be like to hold a rig again Through all the loss and all the gain I reckon that moment will bring me pain But through the pain I'm able to see God has his angels covering me