Arise and away, ye reapers;
The fields of the golden corn
Are ripe and fully ready for you;
Go forth in the early morn.
Press on, press on, to gather the sheaves,
The work is for you alone j
Then haste away, no time for delay;
Go, gather the harvest home.
The gleaners are there before you,
The garners are open wide;
No time to lose, so hasten away,
All day in the field abide.
Press on, press on, to gather the sheaves,
The work is for you alone j
Then haste away, no time for delay;
Go, gather the harvest home.
Toil on till the day is over,
Too soon will the darkness come;
The sun is sinking now in the west;
Then gather the harvest home.
Press on, press on, to gather the sheaves,
The work is for you alone j
Then haste away, no time for delay;
Go, gather the harvest home.