Listen! Listen! br There are Cries From The Fields br Seeds have been planted br The Grain is high. br But the weeds are choking them out. br br Listen! Listen! br There are Cries From The Fields br The rains have come br To water the crops br But the irrigation has been slow. br br Listen! Listen! br There are Cries From the Fields br Yokes have been broken br Lives already given br No one is tilling the crops. br br Listen! Listen! br There are Cries From the Fields br The furrows of life br Will supercede again br Unless the Laboroers are restored.