Fields

Oh shift thy feet oh peasant one

Pull and tug your burden

Even here the sweat will gain

The firm belief so Christian

Evil tide of middle age

The effort and the struggle

Will once again devour you

Carry forth and listen

The work of man upon his land

Guarantees an altar

Of kindred psalm

And flowering spring

Carry on never falter

Carry on oh carry on

The effort and the struggle

Carry on oh carry on

The effort and the struggle

So carry on so carry on

So carry on so carry on

If winter comes unseemingly

Will season mark a rescue

If winter comes approvingly

Will childbirth restore you

If darker days like middle age

Profiteer hard labour

If hunger bites the bible chill

Still these days grow longer

So carry on so carry on

So carry on so carry on

So carry on so carry on

So carry on so carry on

Carry carry carry on

Carry carry carry on

Carry carry carry on

When fields are clammed in dirty grey

You know how much they hate you

To sing a psalm in suffered calm

Carry on as always

Carry on oh carry on

The effort and the struggle

Carry on oh carry on

The effort and the struggle

So carry on so carry on

So carry on so carry on

So carry on so carry on

So carry on so carry on