Bb                                 Gm
See the grain yellow in the field, the setting sun shines down to reveal
Eb                                      Bb
Night's closing in and it's harvest time
 Bb                                 Gm
Pick up your sickle don't hesitate, if we delay we're sure to be late
 Eb                                     Bb
The clock keeps ticking and we're behind

It's harvest time
Eb
Can't you hear the many voices crying?
                                   Bb
No hope, no God, they're dying in sin
Eb
We can't afford to stop our preaching
                                                  Bb
On the other hand we can't stop reaching out for them
F
We must bring them in
Bb                                               Gm
There are those out there and they are searching, no joy, no peace and they are hurting
Eb                  Bb
We must bring them in, it's harvest time
Bb                                     Gm
We have the message of hope and mercy, the well of grace still flows for the thirsty
Eb                                        Bb
The sun is going down and it's harvest time