| See the flowers 'round the altar | |
| See the peaches in tins' | |
| Neath the headmaster's chair | |
| Harvest festival | |
| See the two who've been chosen | |
| See them walk hand in hand | |
| To the front of the hall | |
| Harvest festival, harvest festival | |
| What was best of all was the | |
| Longing look you gave me, that longing look | |
| More than enough to keep me fed all year | |
| See the children with baskets | |
| See their hair cut like corn | |
| Neatly combed in their rows | |
| Harvest festival, harvest festival | |
| What was best of all was the | |
| Longing look you gave me, that longing look | |
| Across the hymnbooks and the canvas chairs | |
| The longing look you gave me | |
| That longing look | |
| More than enough to keep me fed all year | |
| And what a year when the exams and crops all failed | |
| Of course, you passed and you were never seen again | |
| We all grew and we got screwed and cut and nailed | |
| Then out of nowhere, invitation in gold pen | |
| See the flowers 'round the altar | |
| See that you too got married | |
| And I wish you well | |
| Harvest festival, harvest festival | |
| What was best of all was the | |
| Longing look you gave me, that longing look | |
| Across the hymnbooks and the canvas chairs | |
| The longing look you gave me | |
| That longing look | |
| More than enough to keep me fed all year | |
| Harvest festival |