happy birthday
The Road goes ever on and on
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the road has gone,
And I must follow it, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way,
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.
Down from the door where it began.
Now far ahead the road has gone,
And I must follow it, if I can,
Pursuing it with eager feet,
Until it joins some larger way,
Where many paths and errands meet.
And whither then? I cannot say.