Seara

The harvest is great
And the workers are few
Pray to the Lord of the harvest
To send more workers
Who wants to help?

The master is calling
There is work to be done
Under sun and rain
The journey will be tough
Let's join our strength
With arm, hand, heart
Lift up your eyes and see
The fields are white

Men are that field
Where we have to work
And whoever takes the plow
Should not look back
Who goes out walking and crying
In the time of sowing
Will return with great joy
And sheaves to show