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The crops have just started to turn golden brown,
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Patches of green on retreat
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The last of the spring rains have swollen the grain
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Harvest will soon be here
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Ron took delivery of his header last week
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And there¡¯s contractors rolling through town.
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The sight of the trains by the silos betray
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Harvest will soon be here
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The Patterson¡¯s Curse turns from purple to grey
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The wet winter slips into the past.
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The sprinklers are showering the lawns around town
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Harvest will soon be here
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The feed in the long paddock dries in the sun.
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Only the lucerne is green
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Talk by the bar is of prices and yields
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Harvest will soon be here
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So will this be the year that the silos run full
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The year that the headers run slow
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The year that the grain trucks will stretch to four deep
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When the harvest is here.
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Or will this be the year of the hail or the fire
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Has takeall hit heavy and hard?
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Will we climb out of debt or just sink deep still?
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We¡¯ll tell when the harvest is here
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We¡¯ll tell when the harvest is here.
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Harvest
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Colin Buchanan |