Among the fields where breezes flow
To keep the windmills from his mind
The farmer waves at passersby
While Amber waves at grain.
The harvest moon is sleeping now
Anticipating future yield
The farmer waves his handkerchief
While Amber waves at grain.
Below the turning rotors' wash
That blows the hairpiece from his head
The farmer waves the choppers in
While Amber waves at grain.
Between his lawyer and the guard
He stands before the magistrate
The farmer waives his rights again
While Amber waves at grain.
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