POEM ON FARM HARVEST
The field are ripe,the harvest is near.
A time of bounty, a time of cheer.
The farmers toil, from dawn until dust, with hands and hearts full of trust.
Chorus
Eledumare, you are awesome in your ways
Life is nothing without you
Eledumare you are great, great are you Lord.
The sun beats down, the soil is rich
The crops are ready, the fruits are niche,
The wheat, the corn, the beans are the hay,
All ready for harvest, o this beautiful day.
Chorus
Eledumare you are awesome in your ways, life is nothing without you
Eledumare, you are great, great are you Lord
The farmers gather, with tools in their hands.
And set to work,
In the vast gather, they how and they plow
And they fill up their basket now by now
Chorus
Eledumare you are awesome in your ways
Eledumare, you are great, great are you Lord
The smell of earth, the sound of the breeze, the rustle of leaves, and the hurn of bees.
The harvest is a celebration, of all to be grateful,
For all that we’ve grown.
O da ohun gbogbo ni daradara
Eledumare oba aseda. Ese o, kabiyesi re
Chorus
Eledumare, you are awesome in your ways
Eledumare, great are great, great are you Lord
Mimo, mimo ni to Oluwa Olorun Eledumare
Iba fun
Eledumare…… Iba Aseee
