Secret a coin in your traveling shoe

Fasten your halfcloak, the better to roam

Shake out your tallboots, be sure you have two

And you'll never have to go home

Dance, though your mother and father be weeping

Throw up your hood, there's no need for a comb

Walk while the worst of the forest is sleeping

And you'll never have to go home

The road through the woodlands, it goes ever onward

To mountainous peaks and the sea with its foam

Run up ahead while your heart is still beating

And you'll never have to go home

When the world closes round and your eyelids grow heavy

Recall what you read in some ponderous tome

Keep moving ahead, though your soul groweth weary

And you'll never have to go home

Though by your new hearth you lay down your burden

If ever you kindle desire to roam

Just secret a coin in your traveling shoe