The Vagabond
Robert Louis Stevenson
1850 to 1894
Track 1
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All I seek, the heaven above
Or let autumn fall on me
Nor a friend to know me;
Let the blow fall soon or late,
Not to winter even!
Wealth I ask not, hope, nor love,
And the road before me.
Nor a friend to know me.
Let the lave go by me,
Where afield I linger,
Bed in the bush with stars to see,
Let what will be o'er me;
And the road before me.
Give to me the life I love,
Silencing the bird on tree,
Warm the fireside haven --
And the byway nigh me.
Bread I dip in the river --
Wealth I seek not, hope nor love,
Give the jolly heaven above
There's the life for ever.
White as meal the frosty field --
Biting the blue finger;
There's the life for a man like me,
Give the face of earth around,
Let the blow fall soon or late,
Give the face of earth around
All I ask, the heaven above
Let what will be o'er me;
And the road below me.
Not to autumn will I yield,
And the road below me.