Harvest of colour (Roger Penkethman lyrics) Celtic Folk

Released January 22, 2018

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Composition

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Christine Linge ("Buttercup")
Dubai United Arab Emirates
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Melody
Roger Penkethman ("Lyricman")
Crewe Cheshire United Kingdom
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Lyrics

Sound Recording

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Pascal Lopez ("Pascaloubien")
Paris France
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Keyboards
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Raul R ("FIGSOUNDS")
Miami FL USA
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Drums
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Rob Glass ("RGBass")
Vancouver BC Canada
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Bass
Lino Muoio ("linomuoio")
Pozzuoli Napoli Italy
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Mandolin
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James Fraser ("offthewall")
South Shields near Newcastle Tyneside United Kingdom
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Tambourine
George Wood ("Promedia")
Livingston West Lothian United Kingdom
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Piano/keyboards
PREMIER
Christine Linge ("Buttercup")
Dubai United Arab Emirates
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vocals, acoustic engineering
Lyrics

 

Harvest of color          Roger Penkethman lyrics

Now the nights are drawing in,

The year is coming to a close.

A long winter lies a-head

The ground may turn white with snow.

Until the springtime returns I will miss the flight of swallows

Though I know in the meantime

the trees will give one final show.

Harvest of color,

harvest of color

 

There?s red & yellow to gold & brown

A harvest of color falling all around

Finding a way through a leafy gown

A harvest of color.

 

Just like everyone else I love the summer sun

And though it?s gone for a while

You?ll never see me shed a tear

Harvest of color,

harvest of color

 

There?s red & yellow to gold & brown

A harvest of color falling all around

Finding a way through it?s leafy gown

A harvest of color.

 

There?s red & yellow to gold & brown

A harvest of color falling all around

Finding a way through it?s leafy gown In a harvest of color.