Rolf Hogan Cucumber Harvest Time (2024 Version)

Bark’s grown where I carved your name
Weeds brown on the old dog’s grave
Come back to claim what is mine
I skin the years from the rack of time
The purple mountain in the summer haze
Golden hours as we walked its trails
The black bottom of the witch-cursed lake
Yeah we’re stripping off - we dive on in
Cucumber harvest time
Iced soda and bad red wine
Cucumber harvest time
Your locket rusting in my hand
Rusting in my hand now
Rustin in my hand
Rustin in my hand
Your face in the morning sun
Yeah we stalk the fields with a loaded gun
Dew-wet we left it at our feet
A sole report tastes so sweet
Brown eyes of the gypsy queen
Her laughter light on the breeze
Zulu King’s stabbing spear
His hard words still spoken here
Cucumber harvest time
Iced soda and bad red wine
Cucumber harvest time
Your locket rusting in my hand
Rusting in my hand now
Rustin in my hand
Rustin in my hand
Briar’s grown across the stream
Where the sun once lit our dreams
Hemp rope on the big oak bough
Swinging high careful now
Back inside these empty rooms
Across we stole to plead and fall
The spirits left with darkened eyes
I saw our blood upon the wall
Saw our blood upon the wall
Saw our blood upon the wall
Cucumber harvest time
Iced soda and bad red wine
Cucumber harvest time
Your locket rusting in my hand
Rusting in my hand now
Rustin in my hand
Rustin in my hand