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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

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