Harvest Moon Lyrics - Singles - James Reyne

She talked in riddles, she talked in three dimensional 

She held my lazy head when evening light was gone 

She called the breaks, I ploughed the lower forty when 

She called me plough boy, say what paddock were you on 

Summer sun when my day is done 

God, help me just to shade my eyes 

Harvest moon, she'll be rising soon 

God willing and the creek don't rise 

She knows I'm right, she knows I'm so conventional 

She knows I'm cultivated furrows on my brow 

The land was mortified, the land was indivisible 

I tell you someday we will reap what we might sow 

Don't rise, she calls me Captain, she knows I'm so industrious 

She fills my tea cup when the window shades are down 

We load the pick up, we're making individual 

We're making all that hay while driving into town