Kathryn Rose - Up-Hill - текст песни (слова)

- Does the road wind up-hill all the way? 
 - Yes, to the very end. 
 - Will the day's journey take the whole long day? 
 - From morn to night, my friend. 
 
 - But is there for the night a resting-place? 
 - A roof for when the slow dark hours begin. 
 - May not the darkness hide it from my face? 
 - You cannot miss that inn. 
 
 - Shall I meet other wayfarers at night? 
 - Those who have gone before. 
 - Then must I knock, or call when just in sight? 
 - They will not keep you standing at that door. 
 
 - Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak? 
 - Of labour you shall find the sum. 
 - Will there be beds for me and all who seek? 
 - Yea, beds for all who come.