There are many roads to travel, I'll tell you now my friends,
But the easy roads are rarely those that lead to happy ends,
For the hardships you encounter on the way that's dark and long
Make the ending linger sweetly like the last note of a song.
There are roads on which you're lonely, every turning seems the same
When the journey has no purpose, when no one speaks your name,
When you need someone to walk with just to say that you exist;
That's the road that seems the longest, like the path lost in the mist.
There are many roads to friendship, some are short and quickly wane,
But the friends you make on troubled roads are those that will remain;
Those you carry when they're weary, those who'll guide you when you're lost,
Are the friends that you will warm to like the fires that melt the frost.
You will sit by many firesides seeking comfort from the road
'Til the fire of friendship burns you and you carry one more load,
Then you'll share a fire that warms you, glows beside you through the day,
And you'll walk the road together, taking turns to lead the way.
For there are many roads to travel, I'll tell you now my friends,
But the easy roads are rarely those that lead to happy ends,
For the hardships you encounter on the way that's dark and long
Make the ending linger sweetly like the last note of a song.
