A Song Of The Road

O I will walk with you, my lad, whichever way you fare,

You'll have me, too, the side o' you, with heart as light as air;

No care for where the road you take's a-leadin' anywhere,— It can but be a joyful ja'nt whilst you journey there.

The road you take's the path o' love, an' that's the bridth o' two— An' I will walk with you, my lad — O I will walk with you.

Ho!

I will walk with you, my lad,     Be weather black or blue Or roadsides frost or dew, my lad —     O I will walk with you.

Aye, glad, my lad,

I'll walk with you, whatever winds may blow,

Or summer blossoms stay our steps, or blinding drifts of snow;

The way thay you set face an' foot 's the way that I will go,

An' brave I'll be, abreast o' ye, the Saints and Angels know!

With loyal hand in loyal hand, an' one heart made o' two,

Through summer's gold, or winter's cold,

It's I will walk with you.

Sure,

I will walk with you, my lad,     A love ordains me to,— To Heaven's door, an' through, my lad.     O I will walk with you.