1 ‘Tis the harvest time, ‘tis the harvest time,
To the fields I must away;
For the Master now is calling me,
To go and work today.

Refrain:
Gleaning on the hillside,
Gleaning on the plain,
Working for the Master,
‘Mong the golden grain.

2 ‘Tis the harvest time, ‘tis the harvest time,
Oh! who will go along?
See the fields for harvest now are white;
I hear the reaper’s song. [Refrain]

3 ‘Tis the harvest time, ‘tis the harvest time,
There is work for all today;
If you cannot be a reaper, you
Can bear the sheaves away. [Refrain]