The open road

G. Branscombe

The roads wind over the plain, my lass,

The roads sweep over the hills!

As I swing along with a careless song

Wherever the spirit wills.

For ever the heart of youth is glad,

And ever the world is new,

And ever the roads lure on, my lass,

For all of them lead to you.

So I sing my song on the heart's highway,

And ever my song is love;

But anon I rest on my journey's quest

To gather the flow'rs thereof.

For ever the shadows trail the sun,

As rosemary trails the rue;

And ever the roads lure on, my lass,

For ever they lead to you!

So the songs I sing on the heart's highway

Are ever of love for you!