Pimdal's Harvest Moon
Créé par basomand11 avec Udio AI
2024-04-18
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
