In the season of wheat sowing, way down upon my farm,
my field was planted with the finest seeds stored in my barn.
Was of the highest quality, the choicest there could be,
hand picked each one, all guaranteed, the best that I could see.

The workers in the field each one a job I would assign,
I charged my men to grow and guard this masterpiece of mine.
To work the soil and cultivate, to raise the strongest wheat,
but dedicated they were not, instead they fell asleep.

Chorus
We see the weeds growing with our best seeds,
It's an unpleasant sight, should we give up the fight,
And let them grow along, through every night till dawn,
And overtake our land, let's try another plan.
The weeds we hate, we're gonna separate
We're gonna cut 'em down, right to the ground,
So the wheat can grow, and overflow,
So with the new harvest, we'll have the very best.

When the moon was at its height a jealous rival in the night,
with contempt born out of greed planted some weeds amidst the seeds.
But the light from high above shown down upon my field of love
settling warmly on the ground like the fine seeds that I had found.

Now at last it was the time to go into that field of mine.
So, I assembled all my crew, to see if seeds were growing through.
And as the time was drawing near, my eyes began to flow with tears,
Longing for the shining faces of young beauties to appear.

Chorus
We see the weeds growing with our best seeds.
It's an unpleasant sight, should we give up the fight,
And let them grow along through every night till dawn,
And overtake our land, let's try another plan.
The weeds we hate, we're gonna separate,
We're gonna cut en down, right to the ground.
So, the wheat can grow, and overflow,
So, with the new harvest, we'll have the very best.

And looking at my field with seeds of highest quality.
A worker yelled, "These seeds are weak, 'cause weeds is what I see."
I said, "These seeds are strong because I picked the very best,
my enemy he planted weeds, to put me to the test."

My men cried out, "Hey boss, what should we do to them old weeds?"
"Let's pull them out so they can't kill our field of precious seeds."
The boss with lots of wisdom knew the seeds picked by his hands,
were guaranteed, high quality, the finest in the land.

Chorus
We see the weeds growing with our best seeds
It's an unpleasant sight, should we give up the fight,
and let them grow along through every night till dawn,
And overtake our land, let's try another plan.
The weeds we hate, we're gonna separate,
We're gonna cut em down right to the ground.
So, the wheat can grow, and overflow,
So with the new harvest, we'll have the very best.

To pull the weeds sounds like the proper thing that we should do.
To tear them from their roots, and then our problems will be through.
But my wise Father planted seen and passed on some advice,
To pull the weed, might pull the seed, and that's a costly price.

Don't want my beaming beauties to be uprooted and die.
Let's let them grow together, then at harvest time decide.
We'll separate them from the wheat and bundle them in wire.
We'll make a pile and light a match, so they can burn in fire.

Chorus
We'll have the very best.
We'll have the very best.

ã1998 St. Michael Press Publishing Co., Inc.