Wheat in the Field

The wheat in the field soon ready for harvest
The year of fourteen eighty five
The ripening wheat in the fields in August
Ruined when Tudor did arrive

The men of Henry Tudor's army
Trampling through the wheat fields
The men of Henry Tudor's army
Marching off to Bosworth Field

The wheat in the field never reached the millstone
Henry Tudor didn't seem to care
His men at arms caused such destruction
With little chance of quick repair

The men of Henry Tudor's army
Trampling through the wheat fields
The men of Henry Tudor's army
Marching off to Bosworth Field

The wheat in the fields
Then dust beneath their heels
Scattered like memories
And fading in the breeze

The wheat in the field crushed by an army
Oh the damage they did cause
And many poor folk did go hungry
The new King Henry they did abhor

The men of Henry Tudor's army
Trampling through the wheat fields
The men of Henry Tudor's army
Marching off to Bosworth Field



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Writer(s): Ian Churchward
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