THE HATEFUL ROAD
THE HATEFUL ROAD
Oh pleasantthings there beWithout this prison yard:Fields green, and many a treeWith shadow on the sward,And drifting clouds that passSailing above the grass.All lovely things that beBeyond this strong abodeSend comfort back to me;Yea, everything I seeExcept the hateful road;The road that runs so freeWith many a dip and rise,That waves and beckons meAnd mocks and calls at meAnd will not let me beEven when I close my eyes.
Oh pleasantthings there beWithout this prison yard:Fields green, and many a treeWith shadow on the sward,And drifting clouds that passSailing above the grass.All lovely things that beBeyond this strong abodeSend comfort back to me;Yea, everything I seeExcept the hateful road;The road that runs so freeWith many a dip and rise,That waves and beckons meAnd mocks and calls at meAnd will not let me beEven when I close my eyes.
Oh pleasantthings there beWithout this prison yard:Fields green, and many a treeWith shadow on the sward,And drifting clouds that passSailing above the grass.
Oh pleasantthings there be
Without this prison yard:
Fields green, and many a tree
With shadow on the sward,
And drifting clouds that pass
Sailing above the grass.
All lovely things that beBeyond this strong abodeSend comfort back to me;Yea, everything I seeExcept the hateful road;The road that runs so freeWith many a dip and rise,That waves and beckons meAnd mocks and calls at meAnd will not let me beEven when I close my eyes.
All lovely things that be
Beyond this strong abode
Send comfort back to me;
Yea, everything I see
Except the hateful road;
The road that runs so free
With many a dip and rise,
That waves and beckons me
And mocks and calls at me
And will not let me be
Even when I close my eyes.