Part 3

When the apples burn their reddest And the corn is in the sheaves, I shall stir and waken lightly At a footfall in the leaves.

It will be the Scarlet Hunter Come to tell me time is done; On the idle hills forever There will stand the idle sun.

There the wind will stay to whisper Many wonders to the reeds; But I shall not fear to follow Where my Scarlet Hunter leads.

I shall know him in the darkling Murmur of the river bars, While his feet are on the mountains Treading out the smoldering stars.

I shall know him, in the sunshine Sleeping in my scarlet tree, Long before he halts beside it Stooping down to summon me.

Then fear not, my friends, to leave me In the boding autumn vast; There are many things to think of When the roving days are past.

Leave me by the scarlet maple, When the journeying shadows fail, Waiting till the Scarlet Hunter Pass upon the endless trail.