The Harvest

The days are short and the nights are long
With the bitter cold and feet of snow
But I’ll find a way, I’ll make it home
Before the rooster crows
And I haven’t stopped in seven days
Yeah I’m so tired I can’t see straight
But I’m keeping up a steady pace
With a little hope and with a little faith
I’ll be there for the harvest
And I’ll be ready for the fruit
With steady hands I will take it all back
When the storm comes raging through
And I will labor in the sunlight
And pull the weeds in the wind
But when the heavy rain starts to blow sideways
I’ll be there standing
You’ll hear me whistle while I work
Even when my blistered hands hurt
I see it as a blessing, not a curse
A God-given fire
And I’m taking back what I have lost
Without the debt without a cost
So I’ll write the words into my heart
And I’ll keep moving yeah I’ll keep moving
I’ll be there for the harvest
And I’ll be ready for the fruit
With steady hands I will take it all back
When the storm comes raging through
And I will labor in the sunlight
And pull the weeds in the wind
But when the heavy rain starts to blow sideways
I’ll be there standing
Cause when I get to the other side
From the end of the line
It’ll all be worth it
All the blood and the tears and the sweat
And whatever’s left
It’ll have a purpose
I’ll be there for the harvest
And I’ll be ready for the fruit
With steady hands I will take it all back
When the storm comes raging through
And I will labor in the sunlight
And pull the weeds in the wind
Cause when the heavy rain starts to blow sideways
I’ll still be standing
I’ll still be standing
I’ll still be