Colin Buchanan - Harvest lyrics

The crops have just started to turn golden brown, Patches of green on retreat The last of the spring rains have swollen the grain Harvest will soon be here Ron took delivery of his header last week And there's contractors rolling through town. The sight of the trains by the silos betray Harvest will soon be here The Patterson's Curse turns from purple to grey The wet winter slips into the past. The sprinklers are showering the lawns around town Harvest will soon be here The feed in the long paddock dries in the sun. Only the lucerne is green Talk by the bar is of prices and yields Harvest will soon be here So will this be the year that the silos run full The year that the headers run slow The year that the grain trucks will stretch to four deep When the harvest is here. Or will this be the year of the hail or the fire Has takeall hit heavy and hard? Will we climb out of debt or just sink deep still? We'll tell when the harvest is here We'll tell when the harvest is here.