I rise at six, and then I feed the chicks And I'm feeling lonesome and blue And when I milk the cow, it seems, somehow My thoughts keep straying to you And as the horse and I plow the field nearby Your memory I can't erase For as I look in the rear of the horse, my dear I seem to see your face I'm gonna sow the seed of deep devotion, fertilize it with emotion Water it with warm desire, and then I'll reap the harvest of love Yes, I was happy as a pig in spite of the way that you looked at me When I met you at the village dance But you was in the ladies' excuse me, and I thought I should never have a chance But you went off with Jeff, our local chef And you courted him down by the hedge And up come his wife with a long-handled knife And she cut off his meat and two vegs Sow the seed of deep devotion, fertilize it with emotion Water it with warm desire, and then I'll reap the harvest of love Sow the seed of deep devotion, fertilize it with emotion Water it with warm desire, and then I'll reap the harvest of love