My Fields are Empty

Chorus: My house is full but my fields are empty Who would go and work for me today It seems my children all want to stay around the table But no one wants to work in my field, No one wants to work in my fields 1. Push away from the table look outside the window paine Just beyond this house of plenty, lies the field of golden grains It is ripe unto harvest, but the reapers where are they In the house so full and plenty hear the Father sadly say. Chorus: My house is full but my fields are empty Who would go and work for me today It seems my children all want to stay around my table But no one wants to work in my field, No one wants to work in my fields