Alasdair Roberts
Where twines the path
Wheresoever twines the path, I will followWherever twines the path, I will followAnd when the map and fact mismatchI will burn the mapWhen the map and fact mismatchI'll disregard the mapThough the road be dark as clove and long as laurelIn tornadic Arkansas and AlabamaAnd I can only buckle in and watch in horrorAnd listen to our language lose its former grammarStill I'll make no quarrelI will make no quarrelWhosoever draws my bath, I will wallowWhoever draws my bath, I will wallowAnd whensoever nods my head, I will go to bedWhenever nods my head, I will go to bedAnd dream of where the sows of England rut and snuffleWhere the summer truffles cluster in the hollowWhere the stags lock antlers and give joyous bellowIf the path should lead me there I'll gladly followI will gladly followI will gladly follow
From Letras Mania