Give to Me the Life I Love

 

Give to me the life I love, 

Let the lave go by me.

Give the jolly heaven above

And the byway nigh 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 the life for ever.

Let the blow fall soon or late,

Let what will be o'er 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 afield I linger,

Silencing the bird on tree,

Biting the blue finger.

White as meal the frosty field - 

Warm the fireside haven - 

Not to autumn will I yield, 

Not to winter even!

Let the blow fall soon or late,

Let what will be o'er me;

Give the face of earth around 

And the road before me.

Wealth I ask not, hope nor love,

Nor a friend to know me;

All I ask, the heaven above 

And the road below me.

- Robert Louis Stevenson