The Wheat Crop (Junior Sisk w/ Sonya & Becky Isaacs)

Bringing in the sheaves
Bringing in the sheaves
We shall come rejoicing
Bringing in the sheaves

Five acres and a horse
A mother and her boy
Cutting wheat in the summer sun
Tied it into sheaves
Made them into shocks
We didn’t rest until the work was done

Go and plow the field
Then you plant the grain
Pray for rain to help us grow a crop
But when the wheat was cut
We would pray some more
This time for the summer rain to stop

I watched my mother cry
When the rain and summer heat
Turned that precious wheat
Into sacks of chicken feed
Funny how it goes
Funny how through time
The little farmer’s always
Further back in line

Luther Alford owned the thresher
And I never understood
Why bigger farmers never had to wait
Our wheat was turning black
And when Alford finally came
Too often he would get to us too late

I watched my mother cry
When the rain and summer heat
Turned that precious wheat
Into sacks of chicken feed
Funny how it goes
Funny how through time
The little farmer’s always
Further back in line

Rich farmer’s always first
Poor farmer has to wait
But mama taught me in that little country church
When it’s all said and done
When life’s race has been run
Come judgment day the last ones shall be first

Bringing in the sheaves
Bringing in the sheaves
We shall come rejoicing
Bringing in the sheaves