Josephine Foster - The Way Is Sweetly Mown lyrics

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!