Roads go ever, ever on, 
Over rock and under tree,
By caves where never sun has shown,
By streams that never find the sea.

Roads go ever, ever on,
Under cloud and under star,
Yet feet that wandering have gone
Will turn at last to home afar.

Over snow by winter sown,
And through the merry flowers of June,
Over grass and over stone,
Under the mountains in the moon.

Roads go ever, ever on, 
Over rock and under tree,
By caves where never sun has shown,
By streams that never find the sea.