The Harvest

When the trigger's moving backwards, and the pin hits the shell

When my soul sinks slowly into the warm pits of hell

Won't you tell my baby sister that I'll be back in the fall

'Cause it's better to have false hope than no hope at all

And I'll be meeting with my Savior to go over my foolish deeds

When he asks me why I did it, Lord, I'll blame it on the seed

'Cause it didn't grow in like I planned, and when it did it all went dry

And I couldn't stand to hear the pain of a small baby crying

Well, I remember in the graveyards, well I used to read the names

And I wondered when the good Lord would take my soul away

Well, I wonder if he planned it to happen like this at all

With the shot heard halfway cross the world, and my sins on the wall

And I'll be meeting with my Savior to go over my foolish deeds

When he asks me why I did it, Lord, I'll blame it on the seed

'Cause it didn't grow in like I planned, and when it did it all went dry

And I couldn't stand to hear the pain of a small baby crying

And they'll tell me I'm a bad man

But they've never seen the sight

Of a baby wailing in his crib

And ripping apart the night

It's a small baby crying