Full Lyrics
Hark! from woodlands far away,
Sounds the merry roundelay!
Now across the russet plain,
Slowly moves the loaded wain.
Greet the reapers as they come,
Happy, happy harvest home.
Never fear the wintry blast,
Summer suns will shine at last;
See the golden grain appear,
See the produce of the year.
Greet the reapers as they come,
Happy, happy harvest home.
Peace and plenty be our lot,
All the pangs of war forgot;
Strength to toil, and ample store,
Bless our land for evermore.
Greet the reapers as they come,
Happy, happy harvest home.
