Dale Thompson - Leave Me Behind lyrics

There's a dry wind blowing this way Shaken the fields and the graves Under pressure like an earthquake Flood came took them all away The day is coming, gather the proud And the wicked burn like an oven Two women grinding at the mill Two men working in the field Going to purge the floor with a fiery fan Gather the wheat with His mighty hand There's the chaff it's going to be burned But He says gather the tares first.