In golden fields grows the wavy wheat, harvest is the time to reap,
Sort and grind the ripened grain, before the clouds send showers of rain.
Let’s take a look at some of the traditional hymns for Harvest, which are really lovely bright verses of (religious) poetry:
‘We plough the fields, and scatter
The good seed on the land,
But it is fed and watered
By God’s almighty hand…’
This has been translated by J.M Campbell from the German, M.Claudius, 1740-1815
‘Wir pflungen und wir streuen’ = We plough and we scatter
Cornfields by Eleanor Farjeon, 1881-1965
‘Fields of corn, give up your ears,
Now your ears are heavy,
Wheat and oats and barley-spears,
All your harvest-levy…’
By H. Alford, 1810-71
‘Come, ye thankful people, come
Raise the song of harvest-home!
All be safely gathered in,
Ere the winter storms begin…’
Out in the English wheat fields, tractors and harvesters are ploughing, cutting and sorting the grain – the hard work of farming is at its busiest now.
The packed, finely milled flours on the shop shelves starts here, in golden fields.