^DYou start with an empty field, You plow it up and plant the seed, And G^God provides the sunshine, And a^Emll the rain it nee^A7ds. ^DTo grow into a tree that bears, Fruit pure and sweet, A p^Groduct of your l^A7abor and lo^Dve.

^DIn a tender little baby, God gave you and empty field to till, And a h^Geart and a mind, ^EmFilled with seeds of ^A7love. ^DSo plant the seeds and work the field, And god will take your labor, And^G grow 'em into s^A7omething go^Dod.

^DDon't be afraid to get your hands ^Gdirty^A, ^DDon't be afraid of the sweat on your^G brow^A. ^D'Cause when you teach the children to^G live^A, It a^Glways seems w^Aorth it someh^Dow.

^DEach day I look over, fields vast and empty, Wa^Giting to be plowed. And a ^Emseed planted th^A7ere. ^DI teach them and I love, Then I stand back and watch, As God gr^Gows them into s^A7omething go^Dod.

^DDon't be afraid to get your hands ^Gdirty^A, ^DDon't be afraid of the sweat on your^G brow^A. ^D'Cause when you teach the children to^G lOve^A, It a^Glways seems w^Aorth it someh^Dow.