Walk with me from the grazing grounds
Where I take the cows each day to eat their fill.
It is almost dusk and the cows know it is time to come home.
Like gentle spirits they follow me on the street and sidewalk,
And sometimes they run away, the naughty girls,
And I must make chase.
As the sun rests lower and gently in the sky
And we pass the villagers on the street,
You too may feel the heart of these cows
Who give their milk each day for our family’s livelihood.
You too may see evidence of poverty and hardship on the village streets
Where animals and people live side by side
But where smiles are easily shared.
Walk with me, join me along the way
In the fading light where shadows soften and
The cows come Home,
Where all creatures return at the end of the day.