Weary of roamin' on, Yearning to see the dawn, Counting the hours till I can lay down my load. Weary, but I don't mind, Knowing that I'll soon find Peace and contentment at the end of the road. The way is long, the night is dark, But I don't mind 'cause a happy lark Will be singing at the end of the road. I can't go wrong, I must go right, I'll find my way 'cause a guiding light Will be shining at the end of the road. There may be thorns in my path, but I'll wear a smile, For in a little while my path will be roses! The rain may fall from up above, But I won't stop 'cause the one I love Will be waiting at the end of the road. Say, the way may be long and the night is dark, But I don't mind 'cause a happy lark Will be singing at the end of the road; And I can't go wrong, I must go right, I'll find my way 'cause a guiding light Will be shining at the end of the road. There may be thorns in my path, but I'll wear a smile, For in a little while my path will be roses! And the rain may fall from up above, But I won't stop 'cause the one I love Will be waiting at the end of the road.