A rondel prime.
Harvest Song
A Mountain Song
Grab your sickle and grab your rake,
Up with the sun for the harvest time.
Get ready the hillside fields to climb,
The fruits of the year to seek and take.
Help with the harvest for your family's sake,
It has to come in, whatever the clime.
Grab your sickle and grab your rake,
Up with the sun for the harvest time.
The corn and the wheat off the stalk must break,
The fruit, if you have it, should be free of grime,
And vegetables be ripe and in their prime,
If a good harvest we hope to make.
Grab your sickle and grab your rake,
Up with the sun for the harvest time.
Harvest Song
A Mountain Song
Grab your sickle and grab your rake,
Up with the sun for the harvest time.
Get ready the hillside fields to climb,
The fruits of the year to seek and take.
Help with the harvest for your family's sake,
It has to come in, whatever the clime.
Grab your sickle and grab your rake,
Up with the sun for the harvest time.
The corn and the wheat off the stalk must break,
The fruit, if you have it, should be free of grime,
And vegetables be ripe and in their prime,
If a good harvest we hope to make.
Grab your sickle and grab your rake,
Up with the sun for the harvest time.