Its astiff steep pull up the hillside,
Its a rough and raggerd road,
Its a stiff steep track when on your back you bear aheavy load,
And though the fields are green .
Theres somewhere that ive sceen.
Somewhere over the top of the hill,
Theres a new world waiting to be born.
Somewhere over the top of the ridge,
Theres a shining splender of the dorn,
There are golden acres and silver streams,
There are fields of plenty where the sunlight gleams,
For the most gloriest Harvest of all our dreams,
