Bringing in the Harvest

Lyrics

Bringing in the harvest We are gathering the grain Weathered by the sun And gently swollen by the rain Golden days of summer gladness Blood red poppies tinged with sadness Wheat fields gently waving From a wartime aerodrome Here's to those who work the fields And bring the harvest home Bringing in the harvest All the gifts of nature's grace Hand me down my brushes I will paint her smiling face Apples, pears and black-red cherries Strawberries and loganberries Hop fields reaching high Wherever thirsty travellers roam Here's to those who graft all day And bring the harvest home Bringing in the harvest All the bounties of the deep Rising from the seabed sands Where shipwrecked sailors sleep Twisting currents test the stranger Gathering storms bring hidden danger A shift of wind can snap the teeth Of any mermaid's comb Here's to those who risk their lives And bring the harvest home