Harvest, harvest.
We gather in the harvest.
Harvest, harvest.
We gather what has grown.

We’ve waited since the spring time
When seeds and plants were sown,
For autumn’s golden right time
To gather what has grown.

Harvest, harvest.
We gather in the harvest.
Harvest, harvest.
We gather what has grown

We see red rosy apples
And juicy fruity plums.
Pears and berries, shining cherries
Ripening in the sun.

Harvest, harvest.
We gather in the harvest.
Harvest, harvest.
We gather what has grown.

We see the oats and barley,
The ears of ripened wheat.
The cereal head gives us our bread
And other things to eat.

Harvest, harvest.
We gather in the harvest.
Harvest, harvest.
We gather what has grown