Robert Louis Stevenson - The VagabondGive to me the life I love, Let the...

The VagabondGive to me the life I love, Let the lave go by me, Give the jolly heaven aboveAnd 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 aroundAnd the road before me. Wealth I seek not, hope nor love, Nor a friend to know me; All I seek, the heaven aboveAnd the road below me. Or let autumn fall on meWhere 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 aboveAnd the road below me.