Verse 1:
Thought I was just an amoeba
A speckle in your eye
But your heart will thaw in November
One vessel at a time

Pre-chorus:
And we threw
Dust, dust on our sleeves
Draped in our dungarees
Finding love in a handful of beans

Verse 2:
O what a bountiful season
Go forth and make some hay
You know I can't rhyme nor find reason
In all the things I say

Pre-chorus:
And we threw
Dust, dust on our sleeves
Draped in our dungarees
Finding love in a handful of beans

Bridge:
Tell me I'm the one
A lowly farmer's son
With my hand upon the plough
I'll fix it all somehow
I'd like to recommend
An acre for your hand
We'll harvest all our love from a handful of beans