The P.P. Bliss Lyric Archive

What Shall The Harvest Be

Sowing the seed by the daylight fair
Sowing the seed by the noonday glare
Sowing the seed by the fading light,
Sowing the seed in the solemn night.
Oh what shall the harvest be?
Oh what shall the harvest be?

Sown in the darkness or sown in the light
Sown in our weakness or sown in our might
Gathered in time or eternity,
Sure, ah sure, will the harvest be.

Sowing the seed by the wayside high
Sowing the seeds on the rock to die
Sowing the seeds where the thorns will spoil,
Sowing the seeds in the fertile soil.

Sown in the darkness or sown in the light
Sown in our weakness or sown
in our might
Gathered in time or eternity,
Sure, ah sure, will the harvest be.

Sowing the seeds of a lingering pain
Sowing the seeds of a maddened brain,
Sowing the seeds of a tarnished name
Sowing the seeds of eternal shame.

Sown in the darkness or sown in the light
Sown in our weakness or sown
in our might
Gathered in time or eternity,
Sure, ah sure, will the harvest be.

Sowing the seeds with an aching heart,
Sowing the seeds while the teardrops start
Sowing in how til the reapers come
Gladly to gather the harvest home.

Sown in the darkness or sown in the light
Sown in our weakness or sown
in our might
Gathered in time or eternity,
Sure, ah sure, will the harvest be.