Harvest Moon

She talked in riddles

She talked in three dimensional

She held my lazy head when evening light was gone

She called the breaks

I ploughed the lower forty when

She called me plough boy

Say what paddock were you on

Summer sun when my day is done

God help me just to shade my eyes

Harvest moon she'll be rising soon

God willing and the creek don't rise

She knows I'm right

She knows I'm so conventional

She knows I'm cultivated furrows on my brow

The land was mortified

The land was indivisible

I tell you someday we will reap what we might sow

Don't rise

She calls me Captain

She knows I'm so industrious

She fills my tea, cup when the window shades are down

We load the pick, up

We're making individual

We're making all that hay while driving into town

Don't rise

Harvest moon she'll be rising soon

God willing and the creek don't rise

Don't rise