The Harvest Is The End Of The World

<p>Rachel, why do you weep?<br/>Why do you bury your face in your hands?<br/>Is there no one who would reach you?<br/>Is there no one who understands?<br/><br/>There is no one to comfort her<br/>There is no one to comfort her<br/>For her children are no more<br/>And there is no one to comfort her<br/><br/>Rachel, why do you cry?<br/>Why do you hide your trembling lips?<br/>Are those tears stains on your brow?<br/>Are those tears on your fingertips?<br/><br/>There is no one to comfort her<br/>There is no onе to comfort her<br/>For her children arе no more<br/>And there is no one to comfort her<br/>Now and always<br/>Now and evermore<br/>Now and always<br/>Now and evermore<br/><br/>I see angels in the distance<br/>In the distance, I see angels<br/>And their shadows fall<br/>Like crosses on the fields<br/>Some are swinging low the sickles<br/>Some are binding up the sheaves<br/>Some are sifting out the harvest yield<br/><br/>Rachel, run to join the angels<br/>In the harvest in the distance<br/>Rising from your bed as from a dream<br/>In the feint and splintered line<br/>Where the wheat field meets the sky<br/>You might find your sorrow made complete<br/>You might find your sorrow made complete<br/><br/>Now and always<br/>Now and evermore<br/>Now and always<br/>Now and evermore<br/>Redemption is the harvest<br/>Of the tears that came before<br/>Now and always<br/>Now and evermore<br/>All who sorrow with her<br/>Lift your heads<br/>You might hear the sound<br/>Of Rachel gently weeping<br/>For the gathering is done<br/>Nd her children have come home<br/>Whom she counted lost and dead<br/>Now to find were sweetly sleeping<br/>In the fields<br/>Where angels have been reaping<br/><br/>I see angels in the distance<br/>In the distance, I see angels<br/>And their shadows fall<br/>Like crosses on the fields<br/>Some are swinging low their sickles<br/>Some are binding up the sheaves<br/>Some are sifting out the harvest yield<br/><br/>Rachel, run to join the angels<br/>In the harvest in the distance<br/>Rising from your bed as from a dream<br/>In the feint and splintered line<br/>Where the wheat field meets the sky<br/>You might find your sorrow made complete<br/>You might find your sorrow made complete<br/>Now and always<br/>Now and evermore<br/>Now and always<br/>Now and evermore<br/>Redemption is the harvest<br/>Of the tears that came before<br/><br/>Now and always<br/>Now and evermore<br/>Now and always<br/>Now and evermore<br/>Redemption is the harvest<br/>Of the tears that came before<br/><br/>Now and always<br/>Now and evermore<br/>Now and always<br/>Now and evermore