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John Glasse

"A Harvest Hymn" (karaoke)

"A Harvest Hymn" (sheet music)


There's light upon the cornfield,

And yellow grows the grain.

The summer now is over,

And harvest comes a main.

The year is crowned with glory;

The vales with corn are glad.

But the reaper's voice is silent;

The farmer's heart is sad.

 

Cheer up, despondent workers!

When corn and wine abound,

For those who sow and reap our fields

Shall joy be found.

 

The lords have now the vintage;

The bankers claim the corn.

The produce of the farmer

By craft and guile is torn

From both himself and household

To spend in court and hall

On minions and their masters

Who crowd to hunt and ball.

 

Cheer up, despondent workers!

When corn and wine abound,

For those who sow and reap our fields

Shall joy be found.

 

Arise, O downcast toiler!

With sickle in thy hand.

Two harvests lie this morning

The length of this good land.

The one is now before thee

With plenty for thy need.

Let the idlers reap the whirlwind

Of which they've sown the seed.

 

Cheer up, despondent workers!

When corn and wine abound,

For those who sow and reap our fields

Shall joy be found.


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