by Simbo Rumblebelly A hard day's work has just been done The harvest day in Autumn's sun The corn is cut and lays in stacks Their whiskered head all put in sacks With apples picked off orchard's trees And honey salvaged from the bees There's mushrooms picked from out the woods Our baskets bulge with Autumn's goods I wipe the sweat from off my brow Relieved the day is over now And as the sun begins to gloam I start to make my way back home I put my tools upon my pack And set off down the narrow track Between the rows of fading trees Now painted with their golden leaves With all the work, my legs still ache And long the path that I must take In balmy air, I take it slow Whilst picking blackberries as I go And soon I reach the garden gate I hope that I am not too late Although I've worked hard all day long The thought of tea has kept me strong The homely door is opened wide A welcome sight I see inside These faces with their welcome smiles It's worth the work and all the miles And as I look around I'm sure The one thing that I'm working for It's all those standing close to me Contentment is my family |
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