The harvest is over this year I wait for next year's summer Nature never fails in its promise One season faithfully follows another.
Yet the bounty of my harvest Is richer than any that nature can provide In your loving heart shines the eternal green pasture I need nothing more---all else I set aside.
Our love is the ripening Of all that grows in this fertile land Far away from the fever and fret of life Upon luxuriant and faithful soil we stand.
Every seed of love we plant together Will flower and grow to be ours alone This is our pasture of endless beauty and joy This is the most splendid bounty of what we have sown.