[Verse 1] My husband's gone. I have no field. I have a basket and my hands. I follow where my neighbour's reapers go along the edges of his land. He leaves the corners standing. He lets the dropped ears lie. He does not strip his vines twice over. He leaves them for the stranger passing by. [Pre-Chorus] I asked him once why he leaves it. He shrugged and wiped his brow. He said, It isn't mine, it's His, and I am His people now. [Chorus] Be holy in all your ways, in the weight of the scale, in the wage that he pays, in the corner he leaves where the gleaners go, for the LORD our God is holy. He told us so. [Verse 2] At the market he keeps one set of stones, one weight, and it is true. The man who cut his barley is paid before the day is through. I've seen him steer a blind man around a rut in the road. I've seen him hush the boys who cursed the deaf man with his load. [Chorus] Be holy in all your ways, in the weight of the scale, in the wage that he pays, in the corner he leaves where the gleaners go, for the LORD our God is holy. He told us so. [Bridge] When a gray head comes to the gate he rises from his seat. When his brother does him wrong he says it plain and lets it sleep. He keeps no grudge, he takes no payback, he carries no hate inside. He loves the man across the wall the way he loves his own life. [Verse 3] And the year goes round in feasts. Flat bread in spring, the first sheaf waved, seven weeks, and the two new loaves, then trumpets, and the day our debt is paid. Then we cut green branches down and sleep in booths of leaves, and when they pass the bread around, there is bread for one who grieves. [Final Chorus] Be holy in all your ways, in the weight of the scale, in the wage that he pays, in the corner he leaves where the gleaners go, for the LORD our God is holy. He told us so. Leave a little standing. He told us so.