Bringing in the Harvest - Dave Cousins

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