The Path Goes Through The Forests

The path goes through the forests And taking to all but alone, I have to go, I have to go there, Taking to all but alone, Bare-footed, empty-handed, Taking to the lonely pathway Meandering through the forest tract, Many forbid me to go, But I have to go, I have to go As the call of the house I cannot resist, My kith and kin lie they waiting for Even my late turning, But the evening descending upon, Aggravating the silence Hanging heavily on Seconded by a mystery Prevalent in the woods, But I have to go, I have to go As my house lies thereon, Something to attend to, Something at their call, My obligation and loyalty, Drawing me with a pull, My promises to be fulfilled Which promised I to them.