The Mills Brothers — Bringing in the Sheaves

Sowing in the morning, sowing seeds of kindness Sowing in the noontide and the dewy eve; Waiting for the harvest, and the time of reaping We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the sheaves We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the sheaves We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves Sowing in the sunshine, sowing in the shadows Fearing neither clouds nor winter's chilling breeze; By and by the harvest, and the labor ended We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the sheaves We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the sheaves We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves Going forth with weeping, sowing for the Master Though the loss sustained our spirit often grieves; When our weeping's over, He will bid us welcome We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the sheaves We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves Bringing in the sheaves, bringing in the sheaves We shall come rejoicing, bringing in the sheaves