Reborn, a birth that comes through water
The fallen of the garden is drowning in the water
The water, the waterI wait for you to carry meWake to the work in the fields, harvest has come
The sun is setting on the hill, day is soon doneNewborn through brokenness and calling
On hand and knees we're crawling
The Fathers voice is calling youWake to the work in the fields, harvest has come
The sun is setting on the hill, day is soon done
The servants at work by the will of He who returns
Wake to the work in the fields, harvest has comeI wait for you to carry me, two by two
I wait for you to carry meWake to the work in the fields, harvest has come
The sun is setting on the hill, day is soon done
The servants at work by the will of He who returns
Wake to the work in the fields, harvest has come