[Chorus]
There's a frost on the field
A tax on the yield
And a hand in your pocket
With the days gone dark
A loss in your heart
And a pit in your stomach
Would you turn against the grain?

[Verse 1]
You sowed the seed
Despite the salt
Some glutton’s greed
You played your part
Your home and hearth
It falls apart

[Chorus]
There's a frost on the field
A tax on the yield
And a hand in your pocket
With the days gone dark
A loss in your heart
And a pit in your stomach
Would you turn against the grain?
[Verse 2]
You sowed the seed
Despite the salt
Some glutton's greed
You played your part
Your home and hearth
You play your part until we give thе signal

[Refrain]
This is our harvest
This is the fruits we bеar
Siloed for a profit
Or dying on the vine
Isn’t this our harvest?
Isn't this our feast to share?
Wiser ones are asking themselves
Who's swinging the scythe?

[Chorus]
There's a frost on the field
A tax on the yield
And a hand in your pocket
And a pox on the land
The manor demands
But the sickle is in your hand
There's a pox on the land
The manor demands
But the sickle is in your hand
The sickle is in your hand
[Refrain]
Well, this is our harvest
This is the fruits we bear
Siloed for a profit
Or dying on the vine
Isn't this our harvest?
Well, isn't this our feast to share?
Wiser ones are asking themselves
Am I swinging this scythe for someone else?

[Refrain]
Well, this is our harvest
This is the fruits we bear
Siloed for a profit
Or dying on the vine
Well, isn't this our harvest?
Well, isn’t this our feast to share?
Wiser ones are asking themselves
Who’s swinging the scythe?
Who's swinging it?