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| Catholic Mass Songs Lyrics |
Daniel Laurent Schutte
1. The fields are high and summer's days are few;
Greenfields have turned to gold.
The time is here for the harvesting,
For gathering home into barns.
REF:
The harvest is plenty, laborers are few. Come with Me into the fields
Your arms may grow weary; your shoes will wear thin.
Come with Me into the fields.
2. The seeds were sown by other hands than yours;
Nurtured and cared for they grew.
But those who have sown will not harvest them;
The reaping will not be their care. (REF)
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