THE KING'S HIGH WAY A wonderful Way is The King's High Way; Runs The King's High Way. Through the crooked by-ways of history, By the shed of The Child's nativity, Runs The King's High Way. And wayfaring men, who have strayed, still say It is good to travel The King's High Way. Through the dim, dark Valley of Death, at times, THE KING'S HIGH WAY (continued) And everywhere there are sheltering bowers, And inns there are too, of comforting mien, The comrades one finds are all bound the same way, Their faces aglow in the light of the day; And never a quarrel is heard, nor a brawl, They're the best of good company, each one and all, On The King's High Way. So, gallantly travel The King's High Way, gay, There is many a road that is much more the mode, But none that so surely leads straight up to God, As The King's High Way. |