The road, the road, the weary road,
I'll follow it to thy abode,
From gray to gray the livelong day,
I'll follow follow, all the way.

The sun-red road, the dust-deep road,
By beggars trod, where princes rode,
If so it be it leads to thee
It matters not how great the load.

It matters not how steep the road
That brings me to thy green abode,
Nor yet the lures and lanes that stray
By easier way, by easier way.

No matter what the long leagues say,
I only hear the crickets play—
A million feet beneath the heat
Beating time to my heart's beat.

No matter what the day shall send,
Beyond this bend, beyond that bend,
I know somewhere you'll meet me there,
Where all roads end, where all roads end!