The road goes ever on and on,
Through the wild and whirling snow.
And though far down the road I've gone,
What lies ahead, I do not know.
Perhaps a kingdom dark and tall,
Or sunlit meadows flecked with green,
A place where armies fight and fall,
Or greater beauty than I've seen.
Through the wild and whirling snow.
And though far down the road I've gone,
What lies ahead, I do not know.
Perhaps a kingdom dark and tall,
Or sunlit meadows flecked with green,
A place where armies fight and fall,
Or greater beauty than I've seen.
