Kamaskera Cornfield Ghost

The reapers cross the golden field
The sickle sings, the stalks give way
But in the corner, something stands
A shape that willnae join the hay
I've lived inside the growin grain
Since seed was set in April earth
Each blade that falls, I feel it fa
Each cut a wee undoin o birth
Cornfield ghost, cornfield ghost
Retreating tae the final row
Whaur the last stalks stand, I'll stand
Until there's naewhere left tae go

The field lies bare, the work near done
A single patch still holds the light
The reapers step aroond it, aye
Naebody wants tae end the rite
Weave me intae straw and thread
Hang me frae the rafter beam
I'll keep until the spring returns
A cornfield ghost inside a dream
Cornfield ghost, cornfield ghost
Woven intae winter's keep
Whaur the dolly hangs, I'll hang
And guard the seed until it sleeps