Quite in the moon the long road lies, The moon stands blank above. Quite in the moon the long road lies, That leads me to 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, Tra-jump, tra-jump, we'll all be well, The way will guide one back. But ere the circle homeward hides, Far, far must it revolve. Quite in the moon the long road lies, That leads me from my love. *