The Road Goes Ever On (2012)

The road goes ever on and on
By smooth and rough, and straights and bends;
We walk awhile and then we’re gone.

We wake before the warming dawn,
Soft with the dew the morning sends;
But the road goes ever on and on,

And soon by the peaking sun we’re drawn
To race until its flame descends;
We trace its arc and then we’re gone.

The late day follows with a yawn
For all the frantic earth expends,
But the road goes ever on and on;

So when the evening comes upon
The weary world, the road still wends;
We totter along until we’re gone.

At last comes the flight of the midnight swan
That sweeps all things unto their ends;
For we walk to our sleep, and then we’re gone,
Though the road goes ever on and on.