I'm driving today through the free state plains.
Farmers work hard with harvesters on the land.
The sun's burning bright on that golden field.
And I know there's more than just corn in that yield.
Harvest time,
harvest time brings the joy around.
From seed in the soil to the silo in town.
From field to the granary,
far and wide,
thank you,
Lord,
it's harvest time.
If there'd been no rain,
or maybe too much,
the fields would be empty,
no yellow to touch.
But today there's life
and the bread runs deep.
For cities and towns and mounds we feed.
Harvest time,
harvest time brings the joy around.
From seed in the soil to the silo in town.
From field to the granary,
far and wide,
thank you,
Lord, it's harvest time.
It gives work to the hands on the farm each day.
To the woman in the shop
and the truck on the way.
Every loaf on a table, every child's delight,
starts with a farmer and a harvest done right.
Harvest time,
harvest time brings the joy around.
From seed in the soil to the silo in town.
From field to the granary,
far and wide, thank you,
Lord,
it's harvest time.
Harvest time,
harvest time brings the joy around.
From seed in the soil to the silo in town.
From field to the granary,
far and wide,
thank you,
Lord, it's harvest time.
Thank you,
Lord,
it's harvest time.