| Song | Quiet Faith Of Man |
| Artist | Jerry Jeff Walker |
| Album | Live At Gruene Hall |
| 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 |
| 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 |