Ever the wide world over, lass, Ever the trail held true, Over the world and under the world, And back at the last to you.

And only the Master shall praise us, and only the Master shall blame; And no one shall work for money, and no one shall work for fame, But each for the joy of …

When next he came to me he was drunk - royally drunk on many poets for the first time revealed to him. His pupils were dilated, his words tumbled over each oth…

When Earth's last picture is painted and the tubes are twisted and dried, When the oldest colours have faded, and the youngest critic has died, We shall rest, …

The long and winding road that leads to your door Will never disappear, I've seen that road before it always leads me here, Leads me to your door.

I can't hold on very long Forgive me, pretty baby, but I always take the long way home

If love be not his Guide, He never will come back!