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Year 6

Welcome to Year 6

Mr Spencer is the teacher in Oak class. Mr Dalgleish is in Beech and Miss Lowe is in Holly. Click on the leaves to find out more about the individual classes.

Let It Go backing track

This is the backing track we will be using during the harvest festival.

‘Let It Grow’

 

We thank you God for our food today

Harvest festival is here  

It’s time for celebration

Send the message loud and clear 

 

We are so lucky we have so much food to share 

But take the time to think, is it really fair? 

 

It’s time to see what we can do

To feed the poor and hungry too

Enough for you, enough for me 

You’ll see 

 

Let it grow, let it grow

Then harvest every year

Let it grow, let it grow

It is the time of year!

Here we stand, 

and here we say,

Thank you for our food

The fields were too overgrown anyway!

 

We have to be so grateful

There’s enough food in the world

But we have to share it fairly

For every boy and girl

 

Enough to eat for you and me

potatoes, peas and broccoli

We’ll have our Brussel sprouts for tea, all three !

 

Let it grow, let it grow

Then harvest every year

Let it grow, let it grow

It is the time of year!

Here we stand, 

and here we say,

Thank you for our food

 

The rain is falling from the clouds into the ground

The sun is beating down on all our crop fields all around

And then the farmers bring the harvest to the barn

Their work is over now

Until it starts again

 

Let it grow, let it grow

Then harvest every year

Let it grow, let it grow

It is the time of year!

Here we stand, 

and here we say,

Thank you for our food

The fields were too overgrown anyway!

The Harvest Moon

by Ted Hughes

 

The flame-red moon, the harvest moon,
Rolls along the hills, gently bouncing,
A vast balloon,
Till it takes off, and sinks upward
To lie on the bottom of the sky, like a gold doubloon.
The harvest moon has come,
Booming softly through heaven, like a bassoon.
And the earth replies all night, like a deep drum.

So people can't sleep,
So they go out where elms and oak trees keep
A kneeling vigil, in a religious hush.
The harvest moon has come!

And all the moonlit cows and all the sheep
Stare up at her petrified, while she swells
Filling heaven, as if red hot, and sailing
Closer and closer like the end of the world.

Till the gold fields of stiff wheat
Cry `We are ripe, reap us!' and the rivers
Sweat from the melting hills.

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