She was born in a place so beautiful
In the village far from town
She had a son and called him Leon
And he still be found
Tending to the ground

She thinks about those city boys
Dancing on the shore
Oblivious to who we are
But if she had her time again
She wouldn’t change a thing
She said its all been worth it
Just to look into her little boys eyes

At harvest time
We can stand tall
When justice is sublime
At harvest time

Leon was an only son
He made his mother proud
Born into the trade
He’s had his share of ups and downs
Tending to the ground

He’s had it with those city boys
Dull eyes and empty face
All his life they’ve been on his case
If he had his time again
He would change a thing
He said it’s all been worth it
Just to look into his little boys eyes

At harvest time

Throughout the generations
Nothings really changed
You can find him ploughing hard ground
In the wind and rain
You won’t hear him complain

The game is getting harder
But it’s not over yet
Though he has a few regrets
If he had his time again
He wouldn’t change a thing
He said it’s all been worth it
To look into his little boys eyes

At harvest time