These idle hands full of will

Go into the field
I will yield
Only dust and dew where they grew
Empty bags
Working mill

Go into the field
I will yield
Only dust and dew where they grew

Give my all
Face the fall
Now I fear all that's here
Beg and cry
Will I die?

Is this a test?
Is this a test?
Is this a test?
Is this a test?

Take my best
Laid to rest
Take
Take
Take
Take my best
Laid to rest
Take my best

Go into the field
I will yield
Only dust and dew where they grew