Give to me the life I love
Let the lave go by me
Give the jolly heaven above
And the byway nigh me
Bed in the bush with stars to see
Bread I dip in the river—
There’s the life for a man like me
There’s the life for ever

Let the blow fall soon or late
Let what will be o’er me;
Give the face of earth around
And the road before me
Wealth I seek not, hope nor love
Nor a friend to know me;
All I seek, the heaven above
And the road below me

Or let autumn fall on me
Where afield I linger
Silencing the bird on tree
Biting the blue finger
White as meal the frosty field—
Warm the fireside haven—
Not to autumn will I yield
Not to winter even!