Smoke from the chimneys curls into blue
Tables in the meadow
Bread still warm with dew
Old boots tapping in the wagon ruts
Kids chase ribbons
Dogs steal crusts
Raise your glass
The harvest’s in
Spin your sweetheart
Let the world spin
Round and round this little hill
We’ve got more joy than we could ever spill
Raise your glass
The harvest’s in
Sing so loud the clouds lean in
Tonight the village has its fill
At the harvest on the hill
Lanterns swinging from an apple tree
Grandma hums the tune she learned at three
Fiddler grins
Rosin on his sleeve
Flute jumps high like a bird set free
Raise your glass
The harvest’s in
Spin your sweetheart
Let the world spin
Round and round this little hill
We’ve got more joy than we could ever spill
Raise your glass
The harvest’s in
Sing so loud the clouds lean in
Tonight the village has its fill
At the harvest on the hill
Hand in hand in a crooked chain
Dust in the air
And we don’t mind the strain
Year by year
As the seasons turn
We dance as long as the fires burn
Raise your glass
The harvest’s in
Spin your sweetheart
Let the world spin
Round and round this little hill
We’ve got more joy than we could ever spill
Raise your glass
The harvest’s in
Sing so loud the clouds lean in
Tonight the village has its fill
At the harvest on the hill
