I'll be back homeward-bound, and sorrow then Will come again Will love again Where will my feet begin to tread? And when Will they give in To rest and then?
I'll walk for days on end and rarely spend Our seconds lend To foes of friends Horizons come and go and eyes pretend But paths asend And wind and wend
When will my feet expend? Life force offend And recommend? My ways amend? I'll march for years on end, and time befriend I do intend To find land's end
