Wherever your feet may wander, wherever your fancies stray,
The paths that you walk are golden, for there is the sunshine way;
And roses are there with their beauties that over the path-ways twine,
And all of the world is a blossom that smiles in the tender shine!
II.
There's never a murmur of evil, there's never a cry of wrong;
The daisies are sweet with laughter the birds are alilt with song;
The days dance by in their gladness as sweet as the sweetest wine,
Where the swift feet linger in rapture through ways of the golden shine.
III.
What matters if shadows may hover o'er blue hills far and dim?
A star on the beautiful summits of the clear horizon's rim!
The calls of the happy lovers whose hearts beat swift and strong,
As they carol the sunshine music and whistle the sunshine song!
IV.
The pleasures greet ever the seeker that comes to their doors and woos,
And life with its sun and its shadow is whatsoever we choose;
And like some resplendent mirror it frowns or it smiles as we
Weep with the eyes of weeping or smile with the lips of glee!
V.
Then ever and on, my brother, through all of the golden days;
Let us echo their music forever and keep in the sunshine ways!
And whether we walk with the blossoms or stray where the red leaves fall,
There is laughter for all of the sorrows and love for the griefs of all!