And the long brown road, where the tired spirit’s load

Slips off as the leagues go by!

Down the fragrant country-side, through the woodland’s summer pride

You have come in your forenoon spin;

And you never would have guessed how delicious is the rest

In the shade by the wayside inn,

When you’ve sought the kiss of the morning breeze

And the rose of the morning sky,

And the long brown road, where the tired spirit’s load

Slips off as the leagues go by!

Oh, there’s many a one who teaches that the shining river-reaches

Are the place to spend a long June day;

But give me the whirling wheel and a boat of air and steel

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To float upon the King’s highway!

Oh, give me the kiss of the morning breeze

And the rose of the morning sky,

And the long brown road, where the tired spirit’s load

Slips off as the leagues go by!

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