where will you go when days grow short and winds grow cold and green leaves are shaken there was a road as once I saw wound with bright ivies and trumpeting haws of whitest sand embroidered with flowers that very few had taken where will you go while rivers run and days eat days and white stars are pining in hopes more true in hearts more gay in love that is stronger and brighter that day in hands that heal in thoughts that play in all eyes shining why do we talk of go and stay? we will all be here til here is there