I will leave the dust of the city street and the noise of the busy town For the windy moor and the high hill and the peat-stream flowing brown; I will keep my watch by the camp-fires where the white cliffs lean to the sea, And dawn shall wake me with golden hands and the rain shall walk with me.
I will seek the place where gypsies roam and strange, wild songs are sung; I will find once more the magic paths I knew when the world was young, And the stars will give me comradeship and the wind will be my friend, And I will send you the gold that lies at the rainbow's end.
Stretch not your hands nor bid me stay; I hear the white road's call; The sun has kissed the buds from sleep, and I am one with them all.
Give me cornbread when I'm hungry..
Corn liquor when I'm dry..
“Courage is being scared to death but saddling up anywayâ€~John Wayne~
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