The Open Road

The open road is calling,
Come and walk with me,

Through strong and mighty mountains,

And valleys of the sea.

Through pastures green and quiet,

And woods serene and calm.

We'll walk along together,

And sing a traveler's song.

Through dunes of yellow sand,

And night as dark as crows,

Through harvest-laden land,

Where farmers reap and sow.

Through deserts of great distance,

'Cross streams of water wide,

Along a white wood fence,

And great canyon's divide.

And when we reach the ocean shores,

I must depart away,

I leave you with the mempories,

For at your home you must stay.

But I must leave again, once more,

And cross to lands unknown,

But though I travel the open road,

I always will come home.

In Christ,

Molly