Текст песни Misc Unsigned Bands - Speedy Briggs - A Teachers Song

You start with an empty field,
You plow it up and plant the seed,
And God provides the sunshine,
And all the rain it needs.
To grow into a tree that bears,
Fruit pure and sweet,
A product of your labor and love.

In a tender little baby,
God gave you and empty field to till,
And a heart and a mind,
Filled with seeds of love.
So plant the seeds and work the field,
And god will take your labor,
And grow 'em into something good.

Don't be afraid to get your hands dirty,
Don't be afraid of the sweat on your brow.
'Cause when you teach the children to live,
It always seems worth it somehow.

Each day I look over,
fields vast and empty,
Waiting to be plowed.
And a seed planted there.
I teach them and I love,
Then I stand back and watch,
As God grows them into something good.

Don't be afraid to get your hands dirty,
Don't be afraid of the sweat on your brow.
'Cause when you teach the children to lOve,
It always seems worth it somehow.