Harvest

I love it when the fields laid Bare

They're piling bales of hay out there

Some of them are round and some of them are Square

I love it when the fields laid Bare

I love it when the harvest's in

some of it is good love, some of it is sin

I guess you're gonna reap whatever you sow in

I love it when the harvests in

I love it when the year turns round

She scatters hoar frost on the ground

She throws away the leaves so brown

I love it when the year turns round

Get out your mistletoe and weep

for another year, for fifty-two weeks

whatever you sow I guess you’re gonna reap

Get out you mistletoe and weep

I love it when the church bells chime

I love it when the tinsel - shines

Christians worshipping a birth divine

I love it when the church bells chime