When the Harvest Days Are Over Songtext
von Uncle Dave Macon

When the harvest days are over
And the chaff the wheat, and clover
Have been gathered from the field and stored away
We′ll be sorted in the morning, for the bible gives us warning
That accounts will all be rendered on that day

If we'd laid up heavenly treasures
We′ll receive unstinted measures
In that land of crowns and mansions in the sky
If we've blown an earthly bubble
It will burst and burn like stubble
When the harvest days are over by and by

When the harvest days are over by and by (by and by)
And we stand around the judgement throne on high
We shall know as we are known
We shall reap what we have sown
When the harvest days are over by and by (by and by)


Day by day the seed bestowing is increasing while it's growing
We declares what will the final harvest be
What a wailing, what a weeping, what a sad eternal reaping
When the wicked here is forced to depart from he

Let me love the righteous rather
Hear ye blessed of the father
For a kingdom I′ve prepared on high for you
And in mansions up in glory we will shout with ancient story
When the harvest days are over by and by

When the harvest days are over by and by (by and by)
And we stand around the judgement throne on high
We shall know as we are known
We shall reap what we have sown
When the harvest days are over by and by (by and by)

When the summer days are ended
And the crops have all been tended
And we gather for the final harvest home
We′ll receive our increased measures
In a dross or heavenly treasures
For we'll reap the kind of seed Elijha sown


To the spirit let us labor
Love our selves and our neighbors
And we′ll reap eternal life and never die
We will drink of life's true river
On its banks we′ll rest forever, (Hear me Brother!)
When the harvest days are over by and by
By and by