Roads go ever on and on
Through forest silent
And Wilderland alone
We seek the path that leads
To daylight and hope
Back to the hills of home!

Rain and snow and wintry winds
Rage and there is no inn
No shelter from the storm
We seek the path that leads
Where May flowers spring
Back to the hills of home!

Eyes that fire and sword have seen
And horror in the halls of stone
Look at last on meadows green
And trees and hills they long have known!

Roads go ever on and on
Far over mountains tall
Lost on the darkest road
We seek the path that leads
Where merry songs resound
Back to the hills of home!

There is sadness in our eyes
Our hearts belong to none
This distant land we walk
We seek the path that leads