The Harvest Is the End of the World by Charlie Peacock

Strangelanguage by Charlie Peacock

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The Harvest Is the End of the World
by Charlie Peacock

Album: Strangelanguage

Rachel, why do you weep?
Why do you bury your face in you hands?
Is there no one who would reach you?
Is there no one who understands?

There is no one to comfort her, (there is no one to comfort her)
For her children are no more, and there is no one to comfort her.

Rachel, why do you cry?
Why do you hide your trembling lips?
Are those tears stains on your brow?
Are those tears on your fingertips?

There is no one to comfort her, (there is no one to comfort her)
For her children are no more, and there is no one to comfort her.

Now and always,
Now and evermore,
Now and always,
Now and evermore.

I see angels in the distance,
In the distance, I see angels, and their shadows fall like crosses on the fields,
Some are swinging low the sickles, some are binding up the sheaves,
Some are sifting out the harvest yield,
Rachel, run to join the angels in the harvest in the distance, rising from your bed as from a dream,
In the feint and splintered line where the wheat field meets the sky, you might find your sorrow made complete,
You might find your sorrow made complete.

Now and always,
Now and evermore,
Now and always,
Now and evermore,
Redemption is the harvest of the tears that came before,
Now and always,
Now and evermore.

All who sorrow with her, lift your heads,
You might hear the sound of Rachel gently weeping, for the gathering is done and her children have come home,
Whom she counted lost and dead, now to find were sweetly sleeping in the fields where angels have been reaping.

I see angels in the distance,
In the distance, I see angels, and their shadows fall like crosses on the fields,
Some are swinging low their sickles, some are binding up the sheaves,
Some are sifting out the harvest yield,
Rachel, run to join the angels in the harvest in the distance, rising from your bed as from a dream,
In the feint and splintered line where the wheat field meets the sky, you might find your sorrow made complete,
You might find your sorrow made complete.

Now and always,
Now and evermore,
Now and always,
Now and evermore,
Redemption is the harvest of the tears that came before,
Now and always,
Now and evermore,
Now and always,
Now and evermore,
Redemption is the harvest of the tears that came before,
Now and always,
Now and evermore,
Now and always,
Now and evermore.