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My Father Owns the Cattle


MY FATHER OWNS THE CATTLE
Words and music by Jonathan Hanks © 2004

Ch.
My father owns the cattle on a thousand hills
He makes the lark to sing, and the whippoorwill
He brings the us still of night, and the light of day
With all he has to do, he still greets me each day

v. 1
My father speaks so soft and sweet, yet I hear every word
Above the cares and woe of a busy world
It must mean a lot to him, though I donít understand
How he can find the time, to meet me just where I am

Ch.
My father owns the cattle on a thousand hills
He makes the lark to sing, and the whippoorwill
He brings us the still of night, and the light of day
With all he has to do, we still speak every day

v. 2
When tempests blow a gale, how I listen with care
To hear that still, small voice: so calm, so fair
Though many cry out to him in this stormy sea
He always arrives in time to take care of me

Ch.
My father owns the cattle on a thousand hills
He makes the lark to sing, and the whippoorwill
He brings us the still of night, and the light of day
With all he has to do, he still hears as I pray

v. 3
My father knows the hearts and minds of this troubled world
He sees each Mom and Dad, every boy and girl
If you havenít found the time, when this day is through
Remember all the same, heís still waiting for you

Ch.
My father owns the cattle on a thousand hills
He makes the lark to sing, and the whippoorwill
He brings us the still of night, and the light of day
He has so much to do, but he loves me, Iíd say