lyrics: J.R.R. Tolkien
(The Old Walking Song)
The road goes ever on and on
down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the road is gone
and I must follow, if I can.
Pursueing it with weary feat
until it meets some larger way,
where many paths and errands meet
and whither then? I can't say.
Roads go ever on and on
over rock and under tree,
by caves where never sun has shone,
by streams that never find the sea.
Over snow by winter sown
and through the merry flowers of June.
Over grass and over stone
and under mountains in the moon.
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