Paroles de Cornucopia

The barley grows and ripened, feeds The hungry souls who toil and sweat They gather to give thanks and praise For wealth and peace, repay the debt I make for them a bounty To reward the pains of honest men Ask only for their loyal faith In planting seeds to sprout again My sister joins the happy throng To dance and sing with all who care To lie with her in soft repose Gold diadem in golden hair Summer sounds of combine wheezing On the top fields, by the lane Which winds down rutted tracks to sleepy Barns, the dryer for thе grain Farmer eyes fixеd on the headlands Dazzled by the dipping Sun Which lights the corners of her eyes The farmer's wife, we lie as one