Lyrics

Does the road wind uphill all the way? Yes, to the very end Will the day's journey take the whole long day? From morn to night, my friend But is there for the night a resting place? A roof for when the slow dark hours begin May not the darkness hide it from my face? You cannot miss that inn Shall I meet other wayfarers at night? Those who have gone before Then must I knock, or call when just in sight? They will not keep you standing at the door Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak? Of labour you shall find the sum Will there bе beds for me and all who seek? Yea, bеds for all who come