Let me run with you…

We sow the seeds for love and we harvest, in the hot sun…

Lyrics and melody by AnandRahasya

Here are the lyrics in English and German:

REAPING~

Let me run with you in yellow fields of living gold,

Take your tender hand and let me be bold,

Let me run with you in yellow fields of living gold,

Take your tender hand and let me be bold,

Where the soil is fertile and life waiting to spread

Where you tread and feel God’s life giving breath

Let us make this a place where His stories are told

Let me run with you in yellow fields of living gold,

Take your tender hand and let me be bold,

Let me run with you in yellow fields of living gold,

Take your tender hand and let me be bold,

 

Lass uns laufen in gelben Feldern aus lebendigem Gold

Deine Hand nehmen und mutig sein.

Wo der Boden fruchtbar ist und das Leben darauf wartet sich zu mehren

Wo du auftrittst und den lebenspendenden Atem Gottes fühlst.

Lass uns dies zu einem Ort machen wo seine Geschichten erzählt werden

Lass uns laufen…

 

Oh, ears of wheat hear the sifting of the flying chaff,

as lovers sing their songs of harvest, hey

As lovers sing their songs of harvest

Oh, ears of wheat hear the sifting of the flying chaff,

as lovers sing their songs of harvest, hey

As lovers sing their songs of harvest

Let the wind caress your naked knees,

It holds astonished its breath…

Let the sun kiss your smiling lips

and glitter in radiant joy

Let the dust settle on yours and mine tangled feet

Let me run with you in yellow fields of living gold,

Take your tender hand and let me be bold,

Let me run with you in yellow fields of living gold,

Take your tender hand and let me be bold,

 

Oh ihr Weizenkörner, hört das Sieben der fliegenden Spreu,

wenn Liebende ihre Lieder der Ernte singen,

Lass den Wind deine nackten Beine liebkosen,

er hält erstaunt den Atem an…

Lass die Sonne deine lächelnden Lippen küssen

und in irrlichternder Freude glitzern…

Lass den Staub sich auf unseren verknoteten Beinen absetzen

Lass uns laufen…

 

 

Let us gather our wheat stacks in pure holy joy,

holding and heaving close, embrace

holding and heaving closer

Shades will dance, winds will clap, rivers will run,

under the smoldering hot sun, harvest

under the smoldering hot sun.

Load them up, thoughts in bundles, ready for the mill,

when all else is still, on that distant hill.

Love shall bake like bread, and we shall take a slice.

Let me run with you in yellow fields of living gold,

Take your tender hand and let me be bold,

Let me run with you in yellow fields of living gold,

Take your tender hand and let me be bold,

Load them up, thoughts in bundles, ready for the mill,

when all else is still, on that distant hill.

Love shall bake like bread, and we shall take a slice.

 

 

Lass uns unsere Heuhaufen in reiner heiliger Freude aufbauen

Sie eng halten und hieven, Umarmung,

Schatten werden tanzen und der Wind will klappern, Flüsse werden fließen,

unter der gleißend heißen Sonne, Ernte…

Lade sie auf, Gedanken in Büscheln, bereit für die Mühle,

wenn alles andere still ist, auf dem fernen Hügel.

Die Liebe wird gebacken wie Brot und wir nehmen ein Stück davon.

Lass uns laufen…

 

 

 

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