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Harvest Time

As we bring the harvest in

We laugh, we praise, maybe sing

Sun and rain we all know

Causes the plants and seeds to grow

 

We don’t till the soil no more

No longer self sufficient to the core

We are involved in other work and jobs

Council, teachers and pensioner slobs

 

But we can raise a cheerful glass

Rejoice together and have a laugh

Maybe it is just a token ceremony

Ploughs and harvesters a distant memory.

 

But in this time we’ve set aside

With humbled hearts, devoid of pride

We will acknowledge our Creator King

As Master of the Universe, Giver of good things

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