I went down to the hiring fair for to sell my labor.
I noticed the maid in the very next row;
Hoped she'd be my neighbor.
Imagine then all my delight
when the farmer picked us both.
I spoke not a word on the cart to the farm.
My heart beat in my throat.
Lodgings dry and my master fair.
I gave him good measure.
My envy grew as the corn in the fields;
In his house dwelt my treasure.
I'd watch her carry water to the cows from the bier
And the heat of the sun made the corn grow high;
With it my desire.
She was in my dreaming.
In my dream's caress:
Her eyes, and her lips,
And her dark brown hair,
Curves beneath her dress.
Harvest time had come at last.
So weary was the task
That the women and the men
Worked side by side.
I had her near at last.
I swung hard with my scythe.
Few words between us pa**ed.
I cursed my tongue-tied youthfulness.
Feared she'd hear my heart.
When all was safely gathered in
We sat down to rest.
My trembling fingers touch her arm.
Oh, she placed them on her breast.
Ah, she turned to me as the sun went down
All my senses reeled.
We lay there in the center ground.
The moon was over the field.
She was safely in my arms when from the barn
There drifted the sound of the violin.
We hurried back to the farm.
All there danced in the lantern light,
Music filled the air,
And I thanked my stars for the harvest moon
And the girl from the hiring fair.
All there danced in the lantern light,
Music filled the air,
And I thanked my stars for the harvest moon
And the girl from the hiring fair.