Cheryl Wheeler - Little road

How can there be ^Ftrouble in this ^Emworld? With the ^Fcolour in these ^Ghills The ^Fblue October ^Gsky This ^Flittle ^Croad that ^Fwinds along the ^Griver

^CDusty barns and ^Ftractors in the ^Emfields And ^Ffamilies sit in front ^Gyards Or ^Fstand outside the ^Gchurches ^FKids are throwing ^Gfootballs And ^Fpulling carts of ^Gpumpkins And the ^Fmorning ^Csun is ^Fsparkling ^Gon the ^Cwater

How can there be such ^Ftrouble in this ^Emworld? Where the ^Fmountains roll so ^Ggently ^FDeer graze on the ^Ghillsides ^FBirds chat on the ^Gphone lines The ^Fwhole wide ^Cworld's a ^Fprayer for Sunday ^Gmorning

The ^Cgeese inspect the ^Fstubble in the ^Emfields And ^Fall along the ^Groadside ^FFamilies stop to ^Gwonder At the ^Fnew October ^Gmorning And a ^Fred tailed hawk is ^Gcircling

And a ^Ffather hugs his ^Cdaughter And an ^Fold man holds the ^Ccar door for his ^Amwife to come and ^Fsee Then they ^Cturn and smile at ^Fme How can there ^Dmbe such ^Gtrouble in this ^Amworld?

I ^Fknow of course, I ^Cknow, that this is ^Fnot the only ^Gpicture I ^Fdon't of course, I ^Cdon't, know what to ^Fdo

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But the road keeps winding ^Fthrough the after^Emnoon And it ^Fdoesn't know the ^Gsorrow Or an ^Finkling of the ^Gshadow Of the ^Frage across the ^Gwater The ^Fhatred and the ^Ghorror It just ^Fwanders through this ^Cvalley with the ^Amriver by its ^Cside As the ^Flight fades from the ^Gsky The ^Cbeautiful ^Flight fades from the ^Csky