Poems (Kennedy)/Sweet o' The Day
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THE DREAM ROAD
WHERE does it run, the road to my Dreams?
Oh, ever and ever so far,
Where the meadows meet and the flowers are sweet,
And on to a silver star.
Oh, ever and ever so far,
Where the meadows meet and the flowers are sweet,
And on to a silver star.
There's never a hill it does not climb
To catch at the purple mist,
And never a vale where the twilights fail
Where it has not held a tryst.
To catch at the purple mist,
And never a vale where the twilights fail
Where it has not held a tryst.
The road to my Dreams is a gypsy trail
With a campfire under the sky,
And the patteran laid, in shadow and shade,
Lest One should pass me by.
With a campfire under the sky,
And the patteran laid, in shadow and shade,
Lest One should pass me by.
The road to my Dreams? 'Tis a city street
Where, out in the surging throng,
I glimpse a face with a luring grace
And the day i1s set to a song!
Where, out in the surging throng,
I glimpse a face with a luring grace
And the day i1s set to a song!
Oh, the paths of the whole wide world are yours,
O'er mountains and valleys and streams,
But you may not dare to follow where
I travel to reach my Dreams.
O'er mountains and valleys and streams,
But you may not dare to follow where
I travel to reach my Dreams.
For at every bend of the Wander-Way
I set up a trespass sign,
And I hold the road by the royal code
That what I have staked is mine!
I set up a trespass sign,
And I hold the road by the royal code
That what I have staked is mine!