Roads
I’ll turn down the forest path,The narrow road and dark;You may race on the clean clear plainWith sun and wind and lark.I’ll go down the forest ways,Stumbling with pain and fears;I’ll search out her shadowy heart,Though I see her face through tears.You may go where the sky is bright,But mine is the rain and hail;Mine is the dark and the unseen bird,Tangled wood and twisted trail.
I’ll turn down the forest path,The narrow road and dark;You may race on the clean clear plainWith sun and wind and lark.I’ll go down the forest ways,Stumbling with pain and fears;I’ll search out her shadowy heart,Though I see her face through tears.You may go where the sky is bright,But mine is the rain and hail;Mine is the dark and the unseen bird,Tangled wood and twisted trail.
I’ll turn down the forest path,The narrow road and dark;You may race on the clean clear plainWith sun and wind and lark.
I’ll turn down the forest path,
The narrow road and dark;
You may race on the clean clear plain
With sun and wind and lark.
I’ll go down the forest ways,Stumbling with pain and fears;I’ll search out her shadowy heart,Though I see her face through tears.
I’ll go down the forest ways,
Stumbling with pain and fears;
I’ll search out her shadowy heart,
Though I see her face through tears.
You may go where the sky is bright,But mine is the rain and hail;Mine is the dark and the unseen bird,Tangled wood and twisted trail.
You may go where the sky is bright,
But mine is the rain and hail;
Mine is the dark and the unseen bird,
Tangled wood and twisted trail.
WILLIAM TROY.