Harvest Song

When the day's work is done
And the harvest's been brought in
And the sun is slowly going down
When you light a few dry logs
And you sit down by the sparks
The time's ripe for some kind of reward

So bring out a good ole bottle
And sit down right next to me
Have a sip of that good stuff
And join in song with me

As it goes down your throat
Like fire and yet so smooth
Let pass the achievements of the day
And then chase that fiery trail
With the juice of barley
Satisfaction is sure to set in

Nothing and no one can get
To me any more tonight
And with sore throats we'll sing
Until the morning light

And then later on
When I'm lying in bed
All the harvest troubles
I'll surely forget
But they'll visit again
This time next year
And I'll face them once more
'Cause I love that taste at the end



Credits
Writer(s): Johannes Pfister
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