Harvest Of Love

Benny Hill

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I rise at six, and then I feed the chicks
And I'm feeling lonesome and blue
And when I milk the cow, it seems, somehow
My thoughts keep straying to you
And as the horse and I plow the field nearby
Your memory I can't erase
For as I look in the rear of the horse, my dear
I seem to see your face

I'm gonna sow the seed of deep devotion, fertilize it with emotion
Water it with warm desire, and then I'll reap the harvest of love

Yes, I was happy as a pig in spite of the way that you looked at me
When I met you at the village dance
But you was in the ladies' excuse me, and
I thought I should never have a chance
But you went off with Jeff, our local chef
And you courted him down by the hedge
And up come his wife with a long-handled knife
And she cut off his meat and two vegs

Sow the seed of deep devotion, fertilize it with emotion
Water it with warm desire, and then I'll reap the harvest of love
Sow the seed of deep devotion, fertilize it with emotion
Water it with warm desire, and then I'll reap the harvest of love