The Field

The field is white for harvest

The labourers are at home

Having a lovely sharing time

While an old man dies alone

The field is white for harvest

The labourers have just come out of church

Chatting over biscuits and coffee,

While a young girl cries from the hurt

Biscuits and coffee

The field is white for harvest

The labourers often speak

Of how may souls really need to be saved

And what she is wearing his week

How many souls really need to be saved?

The field is white for harvest

But none of us really give a stuff

We turn on the tele’ or go out for coffee,

Eating mudcake until we’ve had quite enough

Quite enough quite enough… Have you had enough yet?

What do you think Jesus meant when he said

The field is white for harvest but the labourers are few? 

The field is white for harvest

But first we really must do

An accredited course so we’re qualified

To tell people that Jesus is true

Well it’s Jesus who qualifies you

The field is white for harvest

The labourer sits and thinks

I’m feeling quite challenged

I really should do something

But first I’ll listen to the end of this song

- Claire Hazzard