THE LITTLE WHITE ROAD
The little white road climbs over the hill, For the little white road is a wanderer still, And my footsteps must follow though far it may roam; Oh, little white road will you never come home?
I fain would go with you right down to the sea, Where a ship with white sails: would be waiting for me, And go sailing and sailing to strange lands afar, Where deserts and forests and lost cities are.
But when I grew weary of gipsying ways I would sail home again for the end of my days To my little grey cottage beside the grey hill, But you little road would be wandering still. —By Glayds Matheson (aged il)
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Sun (Auckland), Volume 1, Issue 27, 23 April 1927, Page 24 (Supplement)
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120THE LITTLE WHITE ROAD Sun (Auckland), Volume 1, Issue 27, 23 April 1927, Page 24 (Supplement)
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