This season I have time to live well
But agriculture you can never tell
It's a gamble the forecast said it would rain
But I collected my grains
These fields I have ploughed
I roll and sow
Coz these acres I farm have a growing charm
I need to load this off my mind
I'm the biggest grandest left-behind
I detached the wagon and I thump my chest
on the last day of harvest
This labor is all that I know
So as long as the seeds seem to grow
As long as the hay bales roll
This land won't be sold
As long as these fields plan to give good yield
Then the peasant in me pleases easily
I need to load this off my mind
I'm the biggest grandest left-behind
I detached the wagon that is on my chest
on the last day of harvest
Someday my tractor may stall
I've seen some tendencies to rain this fall
Someday I will perhaps die
of gathering crops
But comes spring and I plough
I roll and sow
Coz these acres I farm have a growing charm
I need to load this off my mind
I'm the biggest grandest left behind.
I detached the wagon and I thump my chest
on the last day of harvest
on the last day of harvest