Listen to the track:
Threshing Days
From Peter Lugar's memories
[Verse 1]
Rattle of wheels on a dusty lane
Belt drive hummin’ like a railway train
Father’s old thresher groanin’ in the yard
Sheaves stacked high on a trailer cart
[Verse 2]
Grab swings wide, the bundles rise
Boys cut twine under open skies
Chaff in the wind, sacks piled tall
Voices echo round the old stone wall
[Chorus]
These are the threshing days
Workin’ sun to setting rays
Neighbours callin’, hands in line
One for all and all in time
We fed the land, we knew the ways
Back in those old threshing days
[Verse 3]
Baler clangs with a steady beat
Straw to the rick in the evening heat
Teens and pensioners side by side
All for the harvest, nothing to hide
[Verse 4]
Forge lads came, so did the rest
In boots, in shirts, in Sunday best
After their shifts, or on a break
Bringing their muscle for memory’s sake
[Chorus]
These are the threshing days
Workin’ sun to setting rays
Neighbours callin’, hands in line
One for all and all in time
We fed the land, we knew the ways
Back in those old threshing days
[Bridge]
No machines could match the cheer
Of a village pulling near
One man’s thresher, all hands made
A season’s bond that never fades
[Final Chorus]
These are the threshing days
Songs and stories in the haze
Wheels still turnin’ in my mind
Every season, every kind
We fed the land, we knew the ways
Back in those old threshing days