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Just as the sun is rising, so we must rise and plough

And tend and feed the plough team that stands so still and proud

Their backs as strong as iron but their hearts are gentle and kind

And yoke them to the ploughshare and leave the farm behind

Turn, turn, the seasons turn

The children sport and play

But the ploughman’s first to feel the wind

And the sun at the break of day

His hands are sore and callused, he keeps them straight in line

His eye is sure and steady, his team well matched and fine

The earth is hard and frosty as a mist comes from the sea

The open sky above him with gulls for company

Turn, turn, the seasons turn

The children sport and play

But the ploughman’s first to feel the wind

And the sun at the break of day

And when the land lies ready, we’ll scatter and we’ll sow

And with God’s help and sunlight the seeds shall surely grow

And when the harvest’s ended we’ll gather in the grain

A bushel for the springtime to sow the fields again

Turn, turn, the seasons turn

The children sport and play

But the ploughman’s first to feel the wind

And the sun at the break of day

And now the yokin’s over; the long day’s work is done

The horses are but shadows in the waning of the sun

The ploughman needs his sleep now for his back is weary and sore

And early he must rise again and to ploughing come once more.

Turn, turn, the seasons turn

The children sport and play

But the ploughman’s first to feel the wind

And the sun at the break of day

The ploughman’s first to feel the wind

And the sun at the break of day

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