HARVEST OF LOVE
As recorded by Benny Hill, 1963.

I rise at six and then I feed the chicks,
And I'm feeling lonesome and blue,
And when I milk the cow, it seems, somehow,
My thoughts keep straying to you,
And as the horse and I plough the field nearby,
Your memory I can't erase,
For while I walk at the rear of the horse, my dear,
I seem to see your face.

CHORUS: I'm gonna sow the seed of deep devotion,
Fertilize it with emotion,
Water it with warm desire
And then I'll reap the harvest of love.

Yes, I was happy as a pig in spite of the way that you looked at me
When I met you at the village dance,
But you was in the ladies' excuse-me at the time.
I thought I would never have a chance.
But you let me walk you home across Blatt's Meadow,
And I knew that with you I should be a hit,
'Cause I got an old cow to get up walk away,
So that you'd have somewhere nice and dry to sit.

CHORUS

Side by side we will take a ride
In my horse and buggy one day,
And when the daylight ends and the night descends,
And my horse'll run out of hay,
And I will kiss your lips, those tempting lips,
The only ones that can thrill me,
And I would hold you tight 'neath the stars so bright.
If the wife ever finds out she'll kill me.

CHORUS 3X AND FADE.