Campos Dourados
Junior (Gospel)
Golden Fields
Golden Fields
Come, come with me now
The time has come, the wheat has ripened
Come
The reapers are in a hurry, the harvest begins in God's field
Come
Through the golden fields, come see the plow I used
Come, see the wet earth
With the drops of tears that I shed for you
And those who sowed the seed, crying
Will surely return happy and singing
Carrying doubtlessly in their arms the sheaves
Which are the answers from the tears in their eyes
At the end of the harvest we are winners
Although we went through moments of pain
It was worth it, Jesus compensated
Come, the decade has arrived
Little time remains, the harvest is coming soon
Come, those who trust achieve, and this hope
The world does not have
Come, see the redeemed souls
Who are protected, Jesus protected them
Come, see the Son of Man
For no one can hide
From the presence of God
And those who sowed the seed, crying
Will surely return happy and singing
Carrying doubtlessly in their arms the sheaves
Which are the answers from the tears in their eyes
At the end of the harvest we are winners
Although we went through moments of pain
It was worth it, Jesus compensated
