New Zealand Minstrelsy
The Bushman’s Harvest Home
The Bushman’s Harvest Home.
NatureThe sun sinks low
Behind yon western hill;
Clouds gilded glow,
The evening dews distill,
The twilight shades in haste succeed,
So sober’d all become;
The busy bushman quits his toil,
To seek his harvest home.
Chorus—His harvest home, his harvest home,
The bushman’s harvest home;
Who would not bless, with all success,
The bushman’s harvest home?
NatureThe ev’ning breeze
Its coolness breathes along;
While from yon trees
The night-bird croaks its song.
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Prosperity; WorkThe clearing, filled with golden grain,
Declares its time is come,
To crown his toils, to cheer his soul,
And bless his harvest home.
His harvest home, &c.