Harvest moon night in September,
The sky is orange bright,
The crops stand ready to be cut,
Beneath the lunar light.
The combine rumbles through the fields,
Its header spinning wide,
The corn and soybeans pour into,
The wagon bins inside.
The farmers work from dusk to dawn,
No rest for those who grow,
The harvest moon extends the day,
As daylight fades to low.
The pie and beans are brought to the field,
By daughter and by son,
A harvest lunch for workers field,
Until the job is done.
When all the grain is in the bin,
And silos topped with gold,
Harvest moon night ends the work,
That seasons called of old.
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