Wet is April,
But gently falls the rain,
For the Lord our God commands it
Not to hurt the grain.
The first of May,
When sowing-time is done
Come visiting the fields
Mary and her Son.
Here and there
Pause their holy feet,
While they shed a blessing
On the springing wheat.
In the month of June,
When the tempests sleep,
God gives me permission
To go forth and reap.
Through Him Who watched our labors
And kept our hearts from sin,
And by the help of neighbors,
The crops are gathered in.