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!
