| 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! |