The Way Is Sweetly Mown Testo

There are strangers on the trail

They are not our own

Come with the birds and animals

If the bridge can hold

All the beasts shall follow us
They that haven't any home

And all that time allows for us

Shall be seen but never known



All the calves and yearlings cry

The sun is still beside them

All the calves and yearlings cry

Oh!



There are reasons for our trials
They are not our own

Yet with our gifts of animals

The Way is sweetly mown

For little feet do lead us

A little path to follow

And what they eat carves weeks for us

To read within the meadow



All the calves and yearlings cry

The sun is still beside them

All the calves and yearlings cry

Oh!