Out in the meadows the grain has been cradled
Rye and wheat are stacked and soon the hay is in the barn
Trees have been shaken and fruit has been gathered
Homeward now we wend our way upon the final load
Gladness on ev'ry hand
Games and dance throughout the land
Singing merrily we bind the
Happy harvest wreath
Soon we shall harvest the corn which is ripened
Gen'rously it pays the faithful laborer his wage
So in the fullness of bountiful harvest
Let us keep an open heart for those who are in need
Gladness on ev'ry hand
Games and dance throughout the land
Singing merrily we bind the
Happy harvest wreath