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