Waiting Lyrics

There are five acres somewhere

That are callin' my name

A beulah land of blue and red

Where the work of my hands

And the fruit of my lips

Are one, and the same

And I will plant

And I will wait

For the fruit of the rain and sun

And all the while

With my hand to the plow

I'll be waiting for your kingdom to come

I'll be waiting

I'll be waiting

I'll be waiting for your kingdom to come

I'll be waiting

I'll be waiting

I'll be waiting for your kingdom to come

And year by year they'll teach me

Like no young professor can

While I'm walking through and pruning the canes

Preach to me brother

In your own quiet way

Bout how you and me are just the same

And I will plant

And I will wait

For the fruit of the rain and sun

And all the while

With my hand to the plow

I'll be waiting for your kingdom to come

I'll be waiting

I'll be waiting

I'll be waiting for your kingdom to come

I'll be waiting

I'll be waiting

I'll be waiting for your kingdom to come

And as the seasons change

And your leaves begin to turn

From vibrant green to somber red

I'm reminded that I'm workin

For a kingdom yet to come

I may only see it after I'm dead

And I will plant

And I will wait

For the fruit of the rain and sun

And all the while

With my hand to the plow

I'll be waiting for your kingdom to come

I'll be waiting

I'll be waiting

I'll be waiting for your kingdom to come

I'll be waiting

I'll be waiting

I'll be waiting for your kingdom to come