[Verse 1]
I fill a watering can and a bucket with water and carry them to the field.
I pour a bucketful of water over the almond sapling.
I notice small leaves sprouting from the stem.
Then, I water the pumpkin sprouts with the watering can.
[Pre-Chorus 1]
Here, insects have eaten the leaves.
I snap off the okra pods by hand.
[Chorus 1]
The forecast calls for rain soon,
Towering thunderclouds rise,
The sun sets in the western sky,
A crescent moon hangs high above.
[Verse 2]
There are pods 15 or 20 centimeters long; they weren’t there yesterday.
I wonder when they grew so big.
Eighteen plants in total – a bumper crop every day.
I fill the watering can and bucket with water again.
[Pre-Chorus 2]
Water the bitter melon, red perilla, upland rice, black soybean edamame,
and corn, one by one.
[Chorus 2]
The forecast calls for rain soon,
Towering thunderclouds rise,
The sun sets in the western sky,
A crescent moon hangs high above.
[Verse 3]
I pick the perilla flowers and leaves and drop them into the bucket one by one.
There is so much. I stop when the bucket is about eighty percent full.
I harvest the sweet potatoes. Tracing the stems down from the leaves to find the base.
[Pre-Chorus 3]
I pull up hard on the base to extract the potatoes.
I drag them over to the edge of the field.
[Chorus 3]
The forecast calls for rain soon,
Towering thunderclouds rise,
The sun sets in the western sky,
A crescent moon hangs high above.
[Bridge]
I thought I had planted cucumbers around here,
But from beneath the sweet potato leaves,
A single yellow cucumber appears.
I snap it off.
[Final Chorus]
The forecast calls for rain soon,
Towering thunderclouds rise,
The sun sets in the western sky,
A crescent moon hangs high above.
[Outro]