Rough is the road I am journeying now, Heavy the burden I`m bearing to-day; But I`m humming a song, as I wander along, And I smile at the roses that nod by the way. Red roses sweet, Blooming there at my feet, Just dripping with honey and perfume and cheer; What a weakling I`d be If I tried not to see The joy and the comfort you bring to us here. Just tramping along o`er the highway of life, Knowing not what`s ahead but still doing my best; And I sing as I go, for my soul seems to know In the end I shall come to the valley of rest. With the sun in my face And the roses to grace The roads that I travel, what have I to fear? What a coward I`d be If I tried not to see The roses of hope and the sunshine of cheer.SourceThe script ran 0.002 seconds.
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