Leslie Fish Harvester
Find me a sword with a pacifist's soul
Harvester. Harvester!
Making peace while the ages roll, so many years to roam
From the northland ice to the jungle's heat
He fought and killed, never knew defeat
But he was happier cutting wheat
Harvester's come home
He was forged by a farmer's son
Harvester. Harvester!
Made from a plowshare and a gun, so many years to roam
An honest tool in the soldiеr's hand
He did his job at the war's demand
But his only causе was to save his land
Harvester's come home
He killed as clean as a butcher's blade
Harvester. Harvester!
A skilled workman at the slicing trade, so many years to roam
When the war was won and the treaties sealed
The sword went home to a better yield
Reaping crops in a poor man's field
Harvester's come home
War and peace roll 'round the years
Harvester. Harvester!
Killing men or butchering steers, so many years to roam
He'd much rather cut corn than men
Farming now as he did then
Do not feed him on war again~
Harvester's come home
