Hay Day ©
The smell of seaweed on the breeze
The wind is whistling through the trees,
Rain clouds on the far horizon
Making hay, it is enticing.
The weather seems to hold a grudge
The rain clouds they, just won't budge,
Morning tea and after that
There it goes, a thunderclap.
No rain as yet, a flash of lightning
We will all keep on fighting,
Dinnertime, it's holding on
It's one o-clock, the clouds have gone.
Twist and turn the hay is ready
Come on boys keep it steady,
Then I said, It's milking time
It's what: after all, our hard grind.
Go on then, you can do the job
We will stay out here and make a bob,
And don't forget when it's done
Come back here, don't walk if you can run.
The milking is over in a flash
My old man will think, that was fast,
Instead he said with a sneer
It is high time that you were here.
All the hard work has been done
The bailing has now just begun,
I looked at dad, with a plea
Its time we had a cup of tea.
His reply sounded like a blast of thunder
I think it came from deep down under,
Just then the wind began to blow
Then the lightning put on a show.
Thank you dear Lord, no rain as yet,
I would not want the hay to get wet,
The day was finally a complete success
My father's mind is now at rest.
Next day my father came to me
I hope you won't disagree,
Yesterday I was tired out
There was no need for me to shout.