I journey to the longest road,
a road that has never been told;
a road where it leads me home,
a road where my worries will disown,
and a road that I only call my own,

I journey to the longest road,
where the south sun's gloam;
I see flower fields called meadows—
beautiful flowers passionately bloom,
as the wind seems to blow the gloom.

The road stretches on, seems winding through...