Verse 1White in the moon the long road lies,
The moon stands blank above;
White in the moon the long road lies
That leads me from my love.
Verse 2Still hangs the hedge without a gust,
Still, still the shadows stay:
My feet upon the moonlit dust
Pursue the ceaseless way.
Verse 3The world is round, so travellers tell,
And straight though reach the track,
Trudge on, trudge on, 't will all be well,
The way will guide one back.
Verse 4But ere the circle homeward hies
Far, far must it remove:
White in the moon the long road lies
That leads me from my love.
