Quiet Faith Of Man

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 growinHe whispers something low beneath his breath Perhaps a little prayer to help the growinPerhaps a word of thanks for all the rest.