When the wheat's ripe and the harvest begins Go to the fields and gather it in Leaves on the breeze and the sun on our skin Go to the fields and gather it in When the heather bells ring and the rowan is red It's down to the fields to the harvest we'll tread Past overgrown hedgerows and fruit-laden bowers We'll come to the farm through an archway of flowers Yesterday evening while the harvest moon shined We worked in its light and our hooks we did grind Now scythes to the front and children behind Away to the corn fields to reap and to bind When the wheat's ripe and the harvest begins We'll go to the fields and we'll gather it in Leaves on the breeze and the sun on our skin Go to the fields Gather it in When our wheat's in, oats and barley are bound Success to the workers who plough through the ground From the last sheaf a corn dolly we'll bring A home for the spirit until the next spring When the wheat's ripe and the harvest begins We'll go to the fields and we'll gather it in Leaves on the breeze and the sun on our skin Go to the fields Gather it in When night comes on to the farmhouse we'll steer He'll have a good supper and drink the strong beer Wishing the farmer such blessings in life Drinking a health unto him and his wife When the wheat's ripe and the harvest begins We'll go to the fields and we'll gather it in Leaves on the breeze and the sun on our skin Go to the field and we'll gather it in When the wheat's ripe and the harvest begins We'll go to the fields and we'll gather it in Leaves on the breeze and the sun on our skin Go to the fields Gather it in