Oh the little white road climbs over the hill
My feet they must follow, they cannot be still
Must follow and follow though far it may roam
Oh little white road, will you never come home?
Oh the hills they are patient and steadfast and wise
They look o'er the valleys and up to the skies
would
weary
wandering
waiting
valleys
where
forests
sails
follow
cottage
climbs
never
hills
though
cities
white
strange
beside
cannot
scrambles
steadfast
deserts
lands
little
again
still
patient
right
rover
sailing
skies
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