Is your harp hanging on the willow tree
Silent strings can't make a melody
But in the Master's hands
It can make a joyful song
To mend a broken heart
And help it sing along
And does your plow stand idle in the field
That old hard ground
Won't bring an abundant yield
It must be broken up
And sown with precious seed
So there'll be plenty for
The hungry souls to eat
Without a song the broken heart remains
In a barren field
The hungry souls will search in vain
So get up and take your harp down off the willow
Go back into the field and take your place behind the plow
Soldier put your armour on and polish up that sword
If there ever was a time to fight it's now
Are you a soldier once mighty in the war
But you've been scared and you're not fighting anymore
You've laid your armour down it will soon turn to rust
And now you're faithful sword lies covered in the dust
You must be strong a soldier brave and true
On the battlefield somewhere a life depends on you
So get up and take your harp down off the willow
Go back into the field and take your place behind the plow
Soldier put your armour on and polish up that sword
If there ever was a time to fight it's now
So get up and take your harp down off the willow
Go back into the field and take your place behind the plow
Soldier put your armour on and polish up that sword
If there ever was a time to fight it's now