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