The grass is grown
It is thick and green
There is clover in it as well
With the weather looking good
And the paddocks are dry
Harvest time has come.
And so we go forth
With all things in place
To make the hay again
We cut the grass and mow it well
And with it made into bales
Yes, harvest time has come.
So with the harvest done
We look for the future
Knowing that the grass is there
We lay our plans
With praise to above
For our harvest has been good.
