It's the spring of your time
And the time has come
The open road will seize you
Won't you roll to a stop
Won't you gaze at the drop
And the awful miles before you?
Take care where you step
Don't you know that it stifled
The life above you strangle
Stay right if you can
Oh, you poor old man
You were born to be in battle
In the summer you'll find
That you rolled us aside
A tangled man-made thicket
Take care you don't lean
With your toes in a string
That sweeps away the river
Survey all you see
'Cause there's still time to leave
The prior hand of ramble
Stay right if you can
Oh, you poor old man
You were born to be in battle
And the time has come
The open road will seize you
Won't you roll to a stop
Won't you gaze at the drop
And the awful miles before you?
Take care where you step
Don't you know that it stifled
The life above you strangle
Stay right if you can
Oh, you poor old man
You were born to be in battle
In the summer you'll find
That you rolled us aside
A tangled man-made thicket
Take care you don't lean
With your toes in a string
That sweeps away the river
Survey all you see
'Cause there's still time to leave
The prior hand of ramble
Stay right if you can
Oh, you poor old man
You were born to be in battle
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