His season I have time to live well But agriculture you can never tell It's a gamble the forecast said it would rain But I collected my grains These fields I have ploughed I roll and sow Coz these acres I farm have a growing charm I need to load this off my mind I'm the biggest grandest left-behind I detached the wagon and I thump my chest On the last day of harvest This labor is all that I know So as long as the seeds seem to grow As long as the hay bales roll This land won't be sold As long as these fields plan to give good yield Then the peasant in me pleases easily I need to load this off my mind I'm the biggest grandest left-behind I detached the wagon that is on my chest On the last day of harvest Someday my tractor may stall I've seen some tendencies to rain this fall Someday I will perhaps die Of gathering crops But comes spring and I plough I roll and sow Coz these acres I farm have a growing charm I need to load this off my mind I'm the biggest grandest left behind. I detached the wagon and I thump my chest On the last day of harvest