The road goes ever on and on,
Or so a famous tale once said.
You travel it until you’ve gone
Far from your door, far from your lawn,
Far from your table, from your bed.
The road goes ever on and on,
As on your moving feet are drawn,
As on your eager eyes are led.
You travel on until you’ve gone
Through forests’ shade and tunnels’ yawn,
With only going in your head.
The road goes ever on and on.
It’s movement that you rest upon.
It’s stillness you have come to dread.
You travel on until you’ve gone
Beyond all going, toward a dawn
Spread radiant in glowing red.
The road goes ever on and on.
You travel it until you’re gone.
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