The road is my wedded companion. She speaks to me under my feet all br day, she sings to my dreams all night. br My meeting with her had no beginning, it begins endlessly at br each daybreak, renewing its summer in fresh flowers and songs, and br her every new kiss is the first kiss to me. br The road and I are lovers. I change my dress for her night br after night, leaving the tattered cumber of the old in the wayside br inns when the day dawns.