Pimdal's Harvest Moon

Lyrics

Pimdal's strides are small but his yields are vast With calloused hands, each seed he casts His laughter rings through the sunlit air Halfling kin come from everywhere [Pre-Chorus] Harvest times, they gather 'round Singin' songs of a man who’s farm-renowned Tiny boots on dusty ground (dusty ground) Pimdal Leafgrinder, his fame's profound Tiller of lands, heart of gold His crop bounty, a sight to behold From dawn to dusk, through fields he strides For twenty-seven young'uns so far, his love abides Through the forty acres Pimdal roams (Pimdal roams) With a hat so wide, 'neath the skies he combs Whistlin' tunes of the earth and stone Feeding more than just his own [Chorus] Oh, Pimdal Leafgrinder, size deceives His heart's as vast as the fields he heaves [Instrumental] Now the sun sets on this halfling's land (setting sun) Children gather 'round, with little hands Helpin' Pimdal, as the night birds sing His love's harvest, true wealth it brings [Verse 3] With a gentle touch, he tucks them in (tiny beds) Whispers tales of the day, cheek to cheek grin

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