Harvest Lyrics - Shakhan

Christian fellow rise from your bed 

Scrape off the mould thats growing on your head. 

Life your quaking, aching small frame and stand. 

Out there, there is a harvest field of man. 

Tip toe and look through the windows 

in the four walls you build around yourself 

Time to take down the gloves from off your shelf 

Speak now about the Lord you'll meet 

There in the sky the sun slowly sets 

Like a stone down into the quick sand. 

Out there, there is a harvest field of man. 

Heal that divided tongue oh Lord, 

and that split that needs healing on their tongue. 

Help them say you the Lord the G-d thats one. 

Our dear Master pays overtime. 

Yes, its worth you crossing over the line. 

Theres a great big crop out there in the land 

Out there, there is a harvest field of man. 

Time to take the sickle in hand 

Oh my friends don't be shy 

I see a destroying storm pushing through the sky.