Does the road wind uphill all the way?
Yes, to the very end
Will the day's journey take the whole long day?
From morn to night, my friend

But is there for the night a resting place?
A roof for when the slow dark hours begin
May not the darkness hide it from my face?
You cannot miss that inn

Shall I meet other wayfarers at night?
Those who have gone before
Then must I knock, or call when just in sight?
They will not keep you standing at the door

Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak?
Of labour you shall find the sum
Will there bе beds for me and all who seek?
Yea, bеds for all who come