The Way is long on winding trails
of bitter weeds and daffodils
through goldenrod and thistles sharp
with Devil's song and Angel's harp
on accompaniment by day,
and haunting through
the night.
Alone I travelled 'til the day
Your tender voice did I hear say
" Let bitter weeds and thistles sharp
and Devil's song perish with the dark
for forever more, hand in hand,
we travel in the light."