Away to the harvest field, toilers, away;
Go gather the golden grain whilst it is day,
Strength meet for thy labour thy Lord will bestow.
Away to the harvest field, labourers, go,
For now is the time to be doing thy best,
Soon, soon will be coming the season for rest.
Tune Title: [Away to the harvest field, toilers, away]First Line: Away to the harvest field, toilers, awayIncipit: 55335 33254 33317Key: F MajorDate: 1937