Harvest Time - Paul Brady

I’ve been working this old ground

How long I don’t know

Planting here and hoeing there

Trying to make stuff grow

Always in a wishful state of mind

Waiting for my harvest moon to shine

All the right intentions

But my timing ends up wrong

Me and that old universe

Ain’t singing the same song

Mostly I’m just howling out of tune

Up at someone else’s harvest moon

Hey!

Mother nature

Why can’t we be friends?

Lately all your stars are out of line

Say next year will be my harvest time

Work all day till leaving time

Try every trick I know

Up and down and back and forth

Nowhere left to go

Friends say I’m a fool to keep on trying

Some folks just be not the farming kind

Hey!

Mother nature

Why, tell me why

You fill every table up but mine

Say next year will be my harvest time

Lately all your stars are out of line

Say next year will be my harvest time

Harvest time

Harvest time