Take a total year off, a Sabbatical year
I ask please don't you scoff, let me make this quite clear
That in the seventh year, all farmland is to rest
It is a time of cheer, a time that we are blessed
Six years long we should plow, and six years gather fruit
Six years a sweaty brow, six years of farm pursuit
But in the seventh year, just take a solemn rest
A year for God my dear, for family and guest
