Ready for the brown bread, baby wants to eat.
Come, little dew-drops, make the apples grow,
Bellflower and russet, bright with sunset glow.
Come, cloud and sunshine, make the rainbow bright,
While the grapes’ sweet clusters laugh in delight.
O, blessed Father, give enough for all!
Bread for the millions, little folks and tall;
Fruits for the wide world, bringing hope and health,
Milk and golden butter; ’tis the farmer’s wealth.
Oh! blessed Saviour, with the bounty sweet