ONCE on a time there was a road Went winding by my door. And fain I was to travel it In search of golden store. And O! how oft with heavy heart The weary miles I trod, And many a sorry tale I learned Upon the open road. Often times I was made glad And oft my heart was sore. For folk who traveled on the road That winded by my door. Adventure came, aye many a time, And even now I sigh. And sorry am to count the times The false gods caught my eye. But now I keep a little spot Just off the busy road, And there I patient, wise-eyed wait Those of the heavy load. And kindly then I draw them in While warm heart talks to heart. And when night darkens I have found We’re sorry for to part. This happened too once on a time When I was weak and sore. I drew a jewel from the road That winded by my door. But then I very often find Two roads so different meet, And many a friend I’ve found and kept For whom I did not seek. |