[A Baroque cantata in the style of Handel, for tenor solo, solo violin, and orchestra] [Verse1] The fields lie low, but crowned with gold, The sun bows gently in the west. O golden fields, in light arrayed, Your bounty falls like Heaven’s grace [Chorus] O golden fields, in light arrayed, Praise be the Giver of the grain Autumn Harvest Hope for the best [Verse 2] Wine is poured and bread is broken, Laughter rings through hall and glen Praise be the Giver of the grain, Whose sun and storm our bread sustain [Chorus] O golden fields, in light arrayed, Praise be the Giver of the grain Autumn Harvest Hope for the best
