White in the moon the long road lies
The moon stands blank above;
White in the moon the long road lies
That leads me from my love

Still hangs the hedge without a gust
Still, still the shadows stay:
My feet upon the moonlit dust
Pursue the ceaseless way

The world is round, so travellers tell
And straight though reach the track
Trudge on, trudge on, 'twill all be well
The way will guide one back

But ere the circle homeward hies
Far, far must it remove:
White in the moon the long road lies
That leads me from my love