The barley grows and ripened
Feeds the hungry souls who toil and sweat
They gather to give thanks and praiseFor wealth and peace, repay the debt
I make for them a bounty
To reward the pains of honest men
Ask only for their loyal faith
In planting seeds to sprout again
My sister joins the happy throng
To dance and sing with all who care
To lie with her in soft repose
Gold diadem in golden hair
Summer sounds of combine wheezing
On the top fields, by the lane
Which winds down rutted tracks to sleepy
Barns, the dryer for the grain
Farmer eyes fixed on the headlands
Dazzled by the dipping sun
Which lights the corners of her eyes
The farmer′s wife, we lie as one
