Harvest Home

[Image: 'The Innocence' Front Cover]

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Can't you see the fields are turning white
The season soon complete
Planting time is almost gone
And nearly time to reap

So before the walls come tumbling down
Before the curtain's raised
Before the hot wind howls

Who will bring the harvest home
Who will toil in the heat of the day
Who will bring the harvest home
Who will put the yield to the blade for me, for me

Just like a woman's labor
This world is racked in pain
Its cries will fill the air
Till something breaks the chain

Can't you see the seed is going out
Do you hear the workers sing
Before the hot wind howls

Who will bring the harvest home
Who will toil in the heat of the day
Who will bring the harvest home
Who will put the yield to the blade for me, for me

In the still of the night
Do you hear a voice whisper
In the middle of the great congregation
Do you hear a voice cry

And all you people out in TV land
Hear the voice
Hear the voice

Don't you see the tools are in your hand
Can't you hear the worker's sing
Before the hot wind blows

Who will bring the harvest home
Who will toil in the heat of the day
Who will bring the harvest home
Who will toil in the heat of the day
Who will bring the harvest home
Who will put the yield to the blade for me, for me

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