On The Road To Tennaley Town

Maryland, U.S.A.

Over the hills to Tennaley Town, When the leaves are red, and the leaves are brown, Under a limpid sky! Oh! it's good to be young to-day, Strong, and young, on this lonely way, Happy my thoughts and I!

Far below where the mists are blue Runs the river, and damp with dew Glimmers the golden corn, Crickets sing in the wayside grass, Beetles drone, as I pause and pass On thro' the Autumn morn.

"Winter's coming," the winds have said, Shall I weep for a time that's dead? Foolish to weep, not I! Over the hills near Tennaley Town, When the leaves are red, and the leaves are brown, I'm here, alive, walking swiftly down, Then what matters the by and bye!