歌曲 | Quiet Faith Of Man |
歌手 | Jerry Jeff Walker |
专辑 | Live At Gruene Hall |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Staines | |
Bill Staines | |
A baby child is born along the highway | |
A tiny little thing upon the land | |
An okie with his dreams out on the byway | |
Lifts the tiny baby in his hand | |
The woman smiles a little smile of knowing | |
And whispers something softly in his ear | |
Perhaps a little prayer to help the growing | |
Perhaps a word of comfort through the fears. | |
CHORUS You trust the moon to move the mighty ocean | |
You trust the sun to shine upon the land | |
You take the little that you know | |
And you do the best you can | |
You see the rest with the quiet faith of man. | |
A tractor makes its way along the fence line | |
And drops the seeds precisely in a row | |
If the rains are kind and the winds don't take the topsoil | |
Before too long the crops will start to show. | |
The farmer sees the fields around him growin' | |
He whispers something low beneath his breath | |
Perhaps a little prayer to help the growin' | |
Perhaps a word of thanks for all the rest. | |
Repeat chorus | |
There's a storm tossed ship tonight out on the ocean | |
There's a soul somewhere adrift out on the blue | |
There's a dreamer with his eyes upon the heavens | |
They're all looking for a way to make it through. | |
Repeat chorus |
zuo ci : Staines | |
Bill Staines | |
A baby child is born along the highway | |
A tiny little thing upon the land | |
An okie with his dreams out on the byway | |
Lifts the tiny baby in his hand | |
The woman smiles a little smile of knowing | |
And whispers something softly in his ear | |
Perhaps a little prayer to help the growing | |
Perhaps a word of comfort through the fears. | |
CHORUS You trust the moon to move the mighty ocean | |
You trust the sun to shine upon the land | |
You take the little that you know | |
And you do the best you can | |
You see the rest with the quiet faith of man. | |
A tractor makes its way along the fence line | |
And drops the seeds precisely in a row | |
If the rains are kind and the winds don' t take the topsoil | |
Before too long the crops will start to show. | |
The farmer sees the fields around him growin' | |
He whispers something low beneath his breath | |
Perhaps a little prayer to help the growin' | |
Perhaps a word of thanks for all the rest. | |
Repeat chorus | |
There' s a storm tossed ship tonight out on the ocean | |
There' s a soul somewhere adrift out on the blue | |
There' s a dreamer with his eyes upon the heavens | |
They' re all looking for a way to make it through. | |
Repeat chorus |
zuò cí : Staines | |
Bill Staines | |
A baby child is born along the highway | |
A tiny little thing upon the land | |
An okie with his dreams out on the byway | |
Lifts the tiny baby in his hand | |
The woman smiles a little smile of knowing | |
And whispers something softly in his ear | |
Perhaps a little prayer to help the growing | |
Perhaps a word of comfort through the fears. | |
CHORUS You trust the moon to move the mighty ocean | |
You trust the sun to shine upon the land | |
You take the little that you know | |
And you do the best you can | |
You see the rest with the quiet faith of man. | |
A tractor makes its way along the fence line | |
And drops the seeds precisely in a row | |
If the rains are kind and the winds don' t take the topsoil | |
Before too long the crops will start to show. | |
The farmer sees the fields around him growin' | |
He whispers something low beneath his breath | |
Perhaps a little prayer to help the growin' | |
Perhaps a word of thanks for all the rest. | |
Repeat chorus | |
There' s a storm tossed ship tonight out on the ocean | |
There' s a soul somewhere adrift out on the blue | |
There' s a dreamer with his eyes upon the heavens | |
They' re all looking for a way to make it through. | |
Repeat chorus |