"As I was going along, long, long,

A singing a comical song, song, song,

The lane that I went was so long, long, long,

And the song that I sung was so long, long, long,

And so I went singing along."

It 's all along, and along,

For the earth is bonny, and glad, and wide,

And we 're free to wander, and free to bide,

And we travel with a song.

It's long, it's wearily long!

For the path is narrowed to only a lane;

And we 've sung it over and over again,

That old, monotonous song.

Nay, let us be thankful and strong,

That the breath of life is as long as the day,

And the song is as long as the weariful way,

And so, we 'll go singing along!