Come Harvest, Though She May

If you should meet a lady from Baltimore
In a fancy-lookin' ballroom gown
Tell her so kindly, and if you don't mind, see
I'm waiting here in Pocono Downs

I met her in the Winter, in the tall-growing grass
Her father passed through town selling Waterford glass
She fell into my fancy and I just couldn't pass
Up a chance to win her hand

I took her through the summer in the Pocono sun
She taught me how to dance, her to handle a gun
By fall I got to thinking it was time we were one
And to seal it with a band

But as the sun rose on a Saturday morn
I found her bedroom looking quite unadorned
It seems she slipped away, beyond the corn
To a southern stretch of land

And so I work through the blistering heat
Tending to the crops we've grown
And though to have her here would be so sweet
I won't act like I've always known
Just where the heartache stops
But I'll keep on waiting for that day
I don't care what the townsfolk say
She won't stay for the planted crops
Come Harvest, Though, She May

If you should meet a lady from Baltimore
In a fancy-lookin' ballroom gown
Tell her so kindly, and if you don't mind, see
I'm waiting here in Pocono Downs

I wonder if, when Moses met with God on the hill
He told him to have courage and have plenty of will
Well, I'm running out, Oh Lord, and I just cannot be still
As the years go rolling by

I have the cornfield, and the crops they need her care
They keep wanting for someone who's not there, oh
Oh lord, I'm growing oh so scared
And the grey clouds fill the sky

And so I work through this driving rain
Sheltering the crops we've grown
And though to have her here would tender my pain
I won't act like I've always known
Just where the heartache stops
But I'll keep on waiting for that day
I don't care what the townsfolk say
She won't stay for the growing crops
Come Harvest, Though, She May