HARVEST
Russian folk songs with English translations p13 #8

Sha-dows o'er the land are cree-ping,
All the har-vest fields lie shlee-ping,
Dew soft-ly falls on the clo-ver,
Night is at hand and toil is o-ver.

Rain-fall gald-den'd our sow-ing.
Sun-shine fos-ter'd its grow-ing
Ripe grew wheat for my reap-ing,
Dry my corn for safe keep-ing

Ga-ther'd now in my stead-ing,
Soon we'll have a har-vest wed-ding!