In the heat a couple of Summers ago I wrote this... just memories of my younger days as things have much changed in the UK since.

Bringing The Harvest Home

The Summertime is coming fast and the days they do grow long,
I cannot wait to hear the birds, as they sing their morning song.
The grain will ripen in the fields and the fruits begin to grow,
The flowers will bloom with colours bright, where quiet rivers flow.

Chorus:- And the sun will shine and the birds shall sing,
when we bring the harvest home.

The workers all will bare their chests, as the sun performs its tasks,
They will take the apples to the barns, to fill the cider casks.
We will take the hops to the barleycorn, to ferment they will not fail,
We will drain it from the coopered vats, into the supping pail.

Chorus

We will feast ourselves on Summer fruits and such other great delights,
We will drink the cider and the ale, through the warmth of Summer nights.
For the harvest in its abundance, we will all with one accord,
Remove our tythes into the Church and give thanks unto the Lord.

Chorus X 2

(c)Mike Hill (2008)