As I rode down the winding rode
I came to a lonely path
A path so lonely that it beckoned
for me to take it.

As I rode along this lonely path
It seemed to greet me.
The birds began to sing to me,
the butterflies flew to greet me.

While the warm sun led me down
the lonely path.
No longer does this
path look to be lonely.

A cool breeze blows, the trees and the
flowers gently bow their greetings
Giving me the feeling of being
a welcomed guest.