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