Lyrics Bringing in the Harvest - Dave Cousins

Bringing in the Harvest

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