In the ease of unconcern,
I rested lazily to the sound of the careless songs,
Well, it almost got the best of me,
Then I heard the prophet's anger echo from the centuries,
'Til I couldn't fight the truth, I could only answer...
I will raise these arms,
With the reapers of the harvest, with the servants of the Lord,
I will raise these arms,
In the field and in the vineyard I will labour, I will raise these arms,
Yes I will.
Say to those who sleep in Zion, "Now the time has come to rise,"
Can you hear the voice of Jesus, see the fire in his eyes?
Who will go and help the hopeless?
Who will go and help the weak?
Lead the lost sheep to the shepherd,
Who will answer?
I will raise these arms,
With the reapers of the harvest, with the servants of the Lord,
I will raise these arms,
In the field and in the vineyard I will labour, I will raise these arms.
'Cause we have wrestled with the angel,
We've wandered in the night,
And we lost the way in pointless games,
Now it's time to stop pretending,
Time we get up on our feet and say...
Hey, hey.
I will raise these arms,
I will raise these arms,
In the field and in the vineyard, come on, come on,
I will raise these arms,
With the reapers of the harvest, with the servants of the Lord,
I will raise these arms,
In the field and in the vineyard I will labour, I will...
I will raise these arms,
With the reapers of the harvest, with the servants of the Lord,
I will raise these arms,
In the field and in the vineyard I will labour, I will raise these arms,
I will raise these arms,
Come on, come on, come on, come on,
I will raise these arms,
In the field and in the vineyard I will labour, I will...
I will raise these arms,
I will raise these arms,
In the field and in the vineyard I will labour, I will raise these arms.