My House Is Filled

Verse
There is peace and contentment in my father’s house today
Lots of food on the table and no one is turned away
There Is singing and laughter as the hours appear
But a hush stops the singing as the father sadly says

CHORUS
My house is filled but my fields are empty
Who will go and work for me today?
It seems like my children just want to stay
Right around my table and just a few want to work in my field
A faithful few want to work in my field

Verse
Push away from the table, look out through the window pane Right behind thе house of plenty therе is a field of golden grains. It is ripe unto harvest but the reapers, where are they? They’re in the house, with the children as the father sadly says

VAMP
We’ve got to work, we’ve got to work, the sun is going down
It’s getting late in the evening, no time to play around