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