Verse I

See the grain yellow in the field, the setting sun shines down to reveal

Night's closing in and it's harvest time

Pick up your sickle don't hesitate, if we delay we're sure to be late

The clock keeps ticking and we're behind

It's harvest time



Chorus

Can't you hear the many voices crying?

No hope, no God, they're dying in sin

We can't afford to stop our preaching

On the other hand we can't stop reaching out for them

We must bring them in



Verse II

There are those out there and they are searching, no joy, no peace and they are hurting

We must bring them in, it's harvest time

We have the message of hope and mercy, the well of grace still flows for the thirsty

The sun is going down and it's harvest time