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
You trust the moon to move the mighty ocean
You trust the sun to shine upon the land
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