.Verse 1
Oh golden fields of grain, youâre pushing me to harvest
How quickly you have ripened beneath the summer sun.
I fear your precious grain will yield,
Fall to perish in the field,
So I must work before the day is done.
Chorus
Master, you have placed me.
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