Give to me the life I love, Let the lave go by me, Give the jolly heaven above And the byway night me. Bed in the bush with stars to see, Bread I dip in the river — There's the life for a man like me, There's is the life for ever. Let the blow fall soon or late, Let what will be over me; Give the face of earth around And the road before me. Wealth I seek not, hope nor love, Nor a friend to know me; All I seek, the heaven above And the road below me. Or let autumn fall on me Where a field I linger, Silencing the bird on tree, Biting the blue finger; White as meal the frosty field — Warm the fireside heaven — Not to autumn will I yield, Not to winter even! Let the blow fall soon or late, Let what will be over me; Give the face of earth around, And the road before me. Wealth I ask not, hope nor love, Not a friend to kn...
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