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When the Golden Grain is Ripe by J.M. Roache

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Written during the change over from horse-drawn ploughs and headers to tractors.

 

I will see you in November

When the days are long and bright,

I’ll meet you at the harvest

When the golden grain is ripe.

I am looking to the future

Of bumper crops to come

When I’m sitting on the tractor

Beneath the blazing sun.

 

With dust clouds slowly rising

From beneath the header frame,

I’ll hear the old drum roaring

As it’s belting out the grain.

Bags of wheat upon the lorries

We’ll be sending to the train

And all our cares and worries

Will soon be gone again.

 

I am longing for the summer

When the harvest moons are bright,

And I’ll leave so far behind me

These dazzling city lights.

So I’ll see you in November

When the days are long and light,

And I’ll meet you at the harvest

When the golden grain is ripe.

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