neighbor! neighbor! harvest! harvest!. May your 40 soon be fields of clover. Yes, indeed, and a wish With seed and by and by The sun and rain make an etching Of a little green fingers to the sky
neighbor! harvest!
Get your rocking chairs, for all cares are over Clap your hands and your chaps, your bumper crops are on the climb. Hey, we're gonna in plenty, spend a five or ten or twenty, And those happy harvest are gonna chime. Remember neighbor when you work for mother you get paid by father time. are gonna cackle and every burlap sack'll be full of taters and tobaccos And of different good and healthey greens, and if the weatherman won't upsent us Mister, you can bet us there'll be of crispy lettuce in your jeans Full of tater! Crispy lettuce! Fresh tomatoes! lettuce in your jeans! Plant them to live and find out just livin' means neighbor! neighbor! harvest! Happy harvest! May forty acres soon be fields of clover Yes indeed! *JANE* Go on puff corncob pipes and no more gripes and no more groans. No mortgages or loans and you see a trace of worryin' on the face of Farmer Jones neighbor! neighbor! harvest! Happy harvest! Get rocking chairs for all your cares are over. Hall-ay-loo! Clap your hands and lick your chops , bumper crops are on the climb. Hey, we're roll in plenty. a five or ten or twenty and those happy harvest bells are gonna chime. Remember, neighbor, when work for mother nature you get paid by father time!