Once lived a man in a foreign land Who heard a gentle voice It called to him from far away And thus he made a choice He sold his land, nothing in his hand As he wandered out the door To find his calling maiden and to walk forevermore On the Pathway to the End On the Pathway to the End The gentle voice he followed Led him to a maiden fair Her eyes were of a sunrise And the golden rays: Her hair For eight months they traveled onward Hand-in-hand and side-by-side But the path grew ever stranger And their world began to die On the Pathway to the End On the Pathway to the End I'll walk right out your doorway You'll have it your way Alone I'll wander once again Your heart bled not for me, girl My heart was your world That world's now cold and barren land By June it was the maiden Not the man who had the say But the man, with a heart of honor Kindly let her have her way But soon she grew with boredom And she left him all alone But the man soon came to realize That his mind was now his own On the Pathway to the End On the Pathway to the End I'll walk right out your doorway You'll have it your way Alone I'll wander once again Your heart bled not for me, girl My heart was your world That world's now cold and barren land On the Pathway to the End On the Pathway to the End On the Pathway to the End On the Pathway to the End