Roads go ever ever on,
    Under road and under tree,
By caves where never sun has shone,
    By streams that never find the sea;
Over snow by winter sown,
    And through the merry flowers of June;
Over grass and over stone,
    And under mountains in the moon.

Roads go ever ever on,
    Under cloud and under star,
Yet feet that wandering have gone
    Turn at last to home afar.
Eyes that fire and sword have seen
    And horror in the halls of stone
Look at last at meadows green
    And trees and hills they long have known.