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 harv