Morning gold on fields of green
Hands in earth, where hope has been
Every seed, a promise kept
By sun and rain that softly slept
Footsteps circle, slow and kind
Laughter carried on the wind
From the soil our songs arise
Grateful hearts beneath wide skies
Oh harvest light, gentle and free
We give our thanks, we bend the knee
For grain and fruit, for breath and days
We lift our voices, we lift our praise
Oh sacred ground, oh living land
All we are is in Your hand
Once each year our spirits say
Thank you for this gift today
Apple red and golden wheat
Drums of joy in steady feet
Old and young in woven sound
One bright rhythm, earthward bound
Fires glow as evening nears
Blessed by time and passing years
What we take, we give again
In the turning, not the end
Oh harvest light, gentle and free
We give our thanks, we bend the knee
For grain and fruit, for breath and days
We lift our voices, we lift our praise
Oh sacred ground, oh living land
All we are is in Your hand
Once each year our spirits say
Thank you for this gift today
Oh harvest light, warm and slow
In Your grace our circles grow
Hand to hand and heart to heart
Every end becomes a start
Oh harvest song, softly spun
Many voices, breathing one
Year by year we still will sing
Thanks for every living thing
When the fields return to rest
And songs grow quiet in the west
Keep this joy within our way
Till the next returning day