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 onSummer 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 riseShe 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 sowDon'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