The sun is warm and the wind is sweet And the road is lying before my feet And just where the sky and the mountains blend There's a pot of gold at the rainbow's end. A pot of gold for the men who dare To take the trail to the rainbow there. My spirit thrills to the rovers' code, My heart is fain for the open road, The smiling meadows, the arching sky, The color of life that flashes by. Love and laughter and hardship grim And fortune—just at the distant rim. So I kiss my sweetheart on the lips, And follow the road where it winds and dips, I follow the road that calls me plain. I follow the road through joy and pain, With a heart that's glad and a soul that's free; There's a pot of gold at the end for me! |