A Song for Harvest

A few years ago I felt prompted to write a song about harvest and how we do not follow God's seasons anymore.  The way we treat our food sources is another example of the tower of babel syndrome:

Here are the lyrics.  I've attached the chord version and a rough demo.    

Harvest Sunday, Harvest Home,

Harvest doesn’t have a time of its own

Anymore, Anymore

In the supermarket, we’ve lost our sense,

of where the food comes from,

look there’s two more pence,

upon a bag of rice, 

though the packing’s very nice

it’s someone’s harvest,  someone’s life.

Harvest Sunday, Harvest Home,

Harvest doesn’t have a time of its own

Anymore, Anymore

God has provided through the farmers’ hand,

food that still comes from the promised land.

So let us remember,  let us say,

thanks to our God,   for harvest day.

Harvest Sunday, Harvest Home,

Harvest doesn’t have a time of its own

Anymore, Anymore

Thank you, Lord for the food we eat,

show us Lord;   the cost of it

Thank you, Lord that we do not fear

An empty fridge now that winter’s here

Thank you, Lord

Thank you, Lord

Thank you, Lord

For the Harvest…..