The Song of the Road
Give me a road, a broad highroad
Winding o'er the lea,
Give me a pack upon my back
Let me wander free.
I'll have no home to call my own
Except this woodland tree,
And grasses dry, piled thick and high
My feather bed shall be
Why mind the rain, the heat or pain?
What's lost if I should die?
Alone I'll wander - see out yonder
The rainbow in the sky?
No cares have I, a cloud-flecked sky
Spreads its canopy,
And sweet I'll sing as on I sing
For the world belongs to me!