Secret a coin in your traveling shoe
Fasten your halfcloak, the better to roam
Shake out your tallboots, be sure you have two
And you'll never have to go home

Dance, though your mother and father be weeping
Throw up your hood, there's no need for a comb
Walk while the worst of the forest is sleeping
And you'll never have to go home

The road through the woodlands, it goes ever onward
To mountainous peaks and the sea with its foam
Run up ahead while your heart is still beating
And you'll never have to go home

When the world closes round and your eyelids grow heavy
Recall what you read in some ponderous tome
Keep moving ahead, though your soul groweth weary
And you'll never have to go home

Though by your new hearth you lay down your burden
If ever you kindle desire to roam
Just secret a coin in your traveling shoe
And you'll never have to go home