Song | The Way Is Sweetly Mown |
Artist | Josephine Foster |
Album | Hazel Eyes, I Will Lead You |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Foster | |
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! |
zuo qu : Foster | |
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! |
zuò qǔ : Foster | |
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! |