In the valleys far and wide, golden fields do glide,
Bearing gifts of nature's grace, ripe with sweet embrace.
Come, gather close, let's bring in the harvest,
With joyful hearts and hands, we'll labor till the sunsets.
(Chorus)
Bring in harvest, bring in harvest,
Let the fields be cleared.
With every grain we gather,
Nature's bounty we cherish.
(Verse 2)
The sun beats down, sweat upon our brow,
But spirits stay strong, for this land we plough.
With sickles in hand, we reap what we sow,
A harvest of abundance, a harvest that will grow.
(Chorus)
Bring in harvest, bring in harvest,
Let the fields be cleared.
With every grain we gather,
Nature's bounty we cherish.
(Bridge)
The scent of earth and hay fills the air,
A tapestry of colors beyond compare.
We dance with joy, our laughter takes flight,
As we bring in the harvest, in the golden sunlight.
(Chorus)
Bring in harvest, bring in harvest,
Let the fields be cleared.
With every grain we gather,
Nature's bounty we cherish.
(Outro)
As we gather this bounty with hearts full of song,
Gratitude fills our souls, we are where we belong.
From the earth to our tables, harvest brings delight,
Nourishing our bodies, igniting our spirit's light.