Your hay is mow’d and your corn is reap’d,

Your barns will be full and your hovels heap’d.

Come, boys, come; come boys come,

And merrily roar out our harvest home!

Harvest home. Harvest home,

And merrily roar out our harvest home!

We fill our fridge and freezer with good things from the shops,

With oven chips and runner beans, with prawns and English chops.

Our fridge is overflowing, the freezer’s full as well,

We thank you Lord for freezers which store our food so well.

Sainsbury, Asda, Tesco, Iceland and Aldi too –

For frozen food and all our food our grateful thanks are due

But what about the millions who starve on far-off land?

How can they sing God’s praises with empty up-turned hands?

So we, with all our riches must give to those in need

And gladly keep on giving – that’s gratitude indeed.

Praising, caring, sharing: Lord teach us how to give

Till all are fed with daily bread and starving people live.