The end of August has arrived
Less than a month till harvest time
The season that I go to work
Waiting all year for it to come again
Time to do my factory chores
Pushing paper in the vats
Of the royal colored juice
Passing by to the filter press
Every hour start anew
Fill and empty one by one
Twelve hours worth until I'm done
Till two million gallons pass my way
I'll repeat this schedule for near a month
Maybe more if the crop is large
And if the weather cooperates
To get them all removed from vines
Can see the color change begin
From the blush of red to royal blue
Signaling the sugar's there
And prime time to get them off again
I've been down and spread the word
I'm ready now to start once more
My yearly ritual at harvest time
Of being the Eimco filter man
Waiting for the night to fall
To begin for me the second shift
Once again to take my place
To give my heart and life a lift