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Then it's out to the kiss of the morning breeze
And the rose of the morning sky, And the long brown road where the tired spirit's load
Slips off as the leagues go by.
Down the pleasant countryside, through the woodÂland's summer pride, You have come in your forenoon spin. And you never would have guessed how delicious is the rest In the shade by the wayside inn,
When you have sought the kiss of the morning breeze, And the rose of the morning sky, And the long brown road where the tired spirit's load Slips off as the leagues go by.
There is many a one who teaches that the shining river-reaches Are the place to spend a long June day, But give me the whirling wheel and a boat of air and steel To float upon the King's highway !
Oh, give me the kiss of the morning breeze, And the rose of the morning sky, And the long brown road where the tired spirit's load Slips off as the leagues go by. |
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