She was standing in the darkness
Unaffected by the cold
I can feel her drawing closer
To the fire burning low
CHORUS
It's one for the hunter
It's two for the plow
It's three for the rain that falls in the springtime
One for the child of the grain
One for the hearth
One for the flame
In her hand she holds a promise
Of her golden time to come
And I know it fast approaches
Like the rising of the sun
CHORUS
Like the wheel slow in her turning
The day will surely dawn
As the river overflowing
We shall reap what we have sown
CHORUS
One for the harvest