Here at the close of the day
Everyone comes to the hay
To dance and clap
To behold the golden wheat
And grains waiting for the whip
The fields are littered with baskets
Occasionally the clouds grumble
To remind the folk of the rainy season
And in the evening wind, baskets tumble
Exposing the grains to the swift wind
But the joy of all
Is the great bounty
For everyone, big and small
Did play a role: to bring it all in!
