August is Tomato Christmas
It is the hap hap happiest season of all
August is Tomato Christmas
A little bit of heaven before the Fall
And in the morning, I am awakened
By that bright tangerine on the water and sky
The birds are fishing, the fish are jumping
And the corn's as high as an elephant's eye
August is Tomato Christmas
It is the hap hap happiest season of all
August is Tomato Christmas
A little bit of heaven before the Fall
And when the chills come, that taste of Autumn
Oh the Summer's ripe in the face of its death
And all the spirits of the departed
Carry our boat over the lake with the force of their breath
August, she will come again
The hummingbirds will hum again
Oh August, let me kiss you
'Cause oh my God I'll miss you
August, die she must
First you pick one, and then you slice one
And then you salt and pepper and savor a bite
And then you taste one, and then feel grateful
For all the earth and air and the rain and the light
With August coming to her rest
Soon they'll drink Octoberfest
And the Dead live in the wind
And the book's more ripe as it nears the end
The book's more ripe as it nears the end
August, die she must
Eric Holm - Tomato Christmas Lyrics
Eric Holm - Tomato Christmas Lyrics
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August is Tomato Christmas
It is the hap hap happiest season of all
August is Tomato Christmas
A little bit of heaven before the Fall
And in the morning, I am awakened
By that bright tangerine on the water and sky
The birds are fishing, the fish are jumping
And the corn's as high as an elephant's eye
August is Tomato Christmas
It is the hap hap happiest season of all
August is Tomato Christmas
A little bit of heaven before the Fall
And when the chills come, that taste of Autumn
Oh the Summer's ripe in the face of its death
And all the spirits of the departed
Carry our boat over the lake with the force of their breath
August, she will come again
The hummingbirds will hum again
Oh August, let me kiss you
'Cause oh my God I'll miss you
August, die she must
First you pick one, and then you slice one
And then you salt and pepper and savor a bite
And then you taste one, and then feel grateful
For all the earth and air and the rain and the light
With August coming to her rest
Soon they'll drink Octoberfest
And the Dead live in the wind
And the book's more ripe as it nears the end
The book's more ripe as it nears the end
August, die she must
It is the hap hap happiest season of all
August is Tomato Christmas
A little bit of heaven before the Fall
And in the morning, I am awakened
By that bright tangerine on the water and sky
The birds are fishing, the fish are jumping
And the corn's as high as an elephant's eye
August is Tomato Christmas
It is the hap hap happiest season of all
August is Tomato Christmas
A little bit of heaven before the Fall
And when the chills come, that taste of Autumn
Oh the Summer's ripe in the face of its death
And all the spirits of the departed
Carry our boat over the lake with the force of their breath
August, she will come again
The hummingbirds will hum again
Oh August, let me kiss you
'Cause oh my God I'll miss you
August, die she must
First you pick one, and then you slice one
And then you salt and pepper and savor a bite
And then you taste one, and then feel grateful
For all the earth and air and the rain and the light
With August coming to her rest
Soon they'll drink Octoberfest
And the Dead live in the wind
And the book's more ripe as it nears the end
The book's more ripe as it nears the end
August, die she must
Writer: Eric Holm
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