Roads go ever ever on,
Over rock and un­der tree,
By caves where nev­er sun has shone,
By streams that nev­er find the sea;
Over snow by win­ter sown,
And through the mer­ry flow­ers of June,
Over grass and over stone,
And un­der moun­tains in the moon.
Roads go ever ever on
Un­der cloud and un­der star,
Yet feet that wan­der­ing have gone
Turn at last to home afar.
Eyes that fire and sword have seen
And hor­ror in the halls of stone
Look at last on mead­ows green
And trees and hills they long have known.

by J.R.R Tolkien