A Song Of The Road By Robert Louis Stevenson - Gideon Wagner

A Song Of The Road By Robert Louis Stevenson

The gauger walked with willing foot

And aye the gauger played the flute

But what should Master Gauger play

But Over the hills and far away

Whenever I buckle on my pack

And foot it gaily in the track

A pleasant gauger long since dead

I hear you fluting on ahead

You go with me the selfsame way

The selfsame air for me you play

For I do think and so do you

It is the tune to travel to

For who would gravely set his face

To go to this or to other place

There's nothing under Heaven so blue

That's fairly worth the travelling to

On every hand the roads begin

People walk with zeal therein

But wheresoever the highways tend

Be sure there's nothing at the end

Then follow you wherever hie

The travelling mountains of the sky

Or let the streams in civil mode

Direct your choice upon a road

For one and all or high or low

Will lead you where you wish to go

And one and all go night and day

Over the hills and far away