Fields of Gold

I walked out past the timberline

Where the fences end and the light is fine

The dust was settling on my shoes

Had nothing left to lose

Just a quiet heart and a heavy hand

Walking through the center of the promised land

The wheat is tall, the sun is low

I watch the seasons come and go

I remember when the ground was bare

And there was only hunger there

But you sent the rain, you sent the heat

And laid the harvest at our feet

Oh, the color of the earth has changed

Everything we knew has been rearranged

It isn't silver, it isn't stone

It's the kind of wealth that we've never known

Yellow waves in a gentle wind

Where the grace begins and the struggle ends

I see You walking in the rows

Checking every seed that grows

You don't sleep when the moon is high

You watch the field with a jealous eye

Keeping the fox and the frost away

Turning the night into the day

We are standing in fields of gold

A story written, a story told

Not by our power, not by our might

But by the mercy of the morning light

We fill our barns, we fill our bread

And cover the table that you have spread

There is no corner left untilled (yeah, yeah)

There is no vessel left unfilled (yeah, yeah)

The work is finished, the rest is sweet

The ground is holy, beneath our feet

It's all gold

It's all gold (yeah, yeah)

It's all gold

Ooh-ooh-ooh