Ears of Corn and eyes of wheat, worshipping the sun
Hairs of golden shades complete, whistling on the wheel and spun
Playing in the sunshine, with the gentle massage breeze
Waiting for the Combine like a comic-tickled tease!
The Swaying mix, like dancing kicks with heads and hips gyrating
fresh together, summer weather, waiting, mating, sating!
A sight to see, a life so free, yet rooted to the earth
And standing still, yet with a thrill, the country full of mirth .
Inside I sing, like birds take wing, to feel relief and charm
For such a thing will nature bring out on a British farm!