Bob Dylan

The trail is dark an' dusty
The road is kind o' rough,
But the good Lord is waiting
And boys it ain't far off.

Trails of troubles,
Roads of battles,
Paths of victory,
We shall walk.

I walked out to the valley,
I turned my head up high.
I've seen that silver linin'
That was hangin' in the sky.

Trails of troubles,
Roads of battles,
Paths of victory,
We shall walk.

The evenin' dusk was rollin',
I was walking down the track.
There was a one-way wind a-blowin'
And it was blowin' at my back.

Trails of troubles,
Roads of battles,
Paths of victory,
We shall walk.

The gravel road is bumpy,
It's a hard ol' road to ride,
But the clearer road's up yonder,
With the cinders on the side.

Trails of troubles,
Roads of battles,
Paths of victory,
We shall walk.

That morning train was movin',
The hummin' of its wheels,
Told me of a new day,
Coming across the field.

Trails of troubles,
Roads of battles,
Paths of victory,
We shall walk.