There is peace and contentment
In the father's house today
Lots of food on his table
And no one is turned away
There is singing and laughter
As the hours pass by
But a hush calms the singing as the father sadly cries
My house is full
But my field is empty
Who will go and work for me today
It seems my children all want to stay around my table
But no one wants to work in my fee
Feel
No one wants to work in my fear
Push away from the table
Look out through the window pane
Just beyond the house of plenty
Lies a field of golden grain
And it's wide unto harvest
But the reapers where are they in the house
O can't the children hear the father sadly say
My house is full
But my field is empty
Who will go and work for me today
It seems my children all want to stay around my table
But no one wants to work in my field
No one wants to work in my fear