Lyrics Paul Brady – Harvest Time

I’ve been working this old ground
How long I don’t know
Planting here and hoeing there
Trying to make stuff grow

All the right intentions
But my timing ends up wrong
Me and that old universe
Ain’t singing the same song
Mostly I’m just howling out of tune
Up at someone else’s harvest moon

Hey! Mother nature
Why can’t we be friends?
Lately all your stars are out of line
Say next year will be my harvest time

Work all day till leaving time
Try every trick I know
Up and down and back and forth
Nowhere left to go
Friends say I’m a fool to keep on trying
Some folks just be not the farming kind

Hey! Mother nature
Why, tell me why
You fill every table up but mine
Say next year will be my harvest time

Lately all your stars are out of line
Say next year will be my harvest time
Harvest time
Harvest time