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!