Road

歌詞

Stowell-Leitch Oh the little white road climbs over the hill My feet they must follow, they cannot be still Must follow and follow though far it may roam Oh little white road, will you never come home ? Oh the hills they are patient and steadfast and wise They look o'er the valleys and up to the skies But the little white road scrambles up them and over Oh little white road, you are ever the rover. I fain would go with you right down to the sea Where a ship with white sails would be waiting for me Go sailing and sailing to strange lands afar Where deserts and forests and lost cities are. But when I grew weary of my gypsying ways I'd sail home again for to end all my days In the little grey cottage, beside the grey hill But you, little road, would be wandering still.