Gimme Sum Mo
Until you smell the flesh burning from your finger tips
You're knuckles are white
From beating on the walls at night
Cast your worries to the side
Focus only when you get the time
Gonna lose your mind
It happens all the time
Maybe I can tell you
To keep your head up and follow through
Good things will come to you
I could worry myself to death about you
Hope you get there safely
I got your letter that you sent to me
About your missery
A state of suffering
It's such a shame to see
Years of discression and o
Harvest Years
Look at our world
Caught in a trap
We have to face the consequence
Of holding our love back
Not enough love
Time after time
We say responsibility, surely can't be mine
I can't wait, I can't wait
For the healing to begin in you and I
Make way for the harvest years
Where the daughters and sons come together as one
Make way for the harvest years
Where the fields are ready for the gathering of
love
Where the fields are ready for the gathering of
love
Shattering dreams, wars carry on
We can't turn and walk away
As if there's nothing wrong
Feel my soul burning like a fire
We can keep this dream alive
And lift His name so high
Don't be afraid, it's not too late
For the healing to begin in you and I
Make way for the harvest years
Where the daughters and sons come together as one
Make way for the harvest years
Where the fields are ready for the gathering of
love
Where the fields are ready for the gathering
Think for a minute
Listen for a minute
What you and I can sacrifice for the harvest
years,
the harvest years
Make way for the harvest years
Where the daughters and sons come together as one
Make way for the harvest years
Where the fields are ready for the gathering of
love
Where the fields are ready for the gathering of
love
Yeah, the fields are ready for the gathering of
love
Make way for the harvest years
We can keep this dream alive
If we lift His name on high
We can keep this dream alive
If we lift His name, if we lift His name
Don't be afraid
It's not too late
It's not too late
It's not too late
Written by Chris Eaton
© Longitude Music Co. obo Clouseau Music
Musicians:
Programmed by: Tommy Simms
Bass: Tommy Simms
Guitar: Dann Huff
Technical assistant to Tommy Simms: Danny Duncan
Background vocals: Chris Eaton, Chris Rodriguez,
Michael Mellett