I have walked through the rain alone,
I have meandered down lanes,
and through the fields to my home.
Yes, I have walked through the rain,
and the sun and the snow.
Yes, I have walked alone in the freshest of airs,
and I, I have felt exhilarated time and time again,
in such happy moods,
and with all the inspiration before me,
and the beauty,
oh, how grand the heart does feel wherever I roam,
and how grand amongst the scenery of the lands where I go,
and what wonders,
are the magic of the sights before me,
that lifts any dark moods,
any dark moods at all,
that I wear like a black shroud around me,
covering any brightness that fills me,
and in solitude and in the tranquillity,
how glorious is the calm in me,
for I am lifted up as if into the air to float gently,
as if without a care,
and wherever I go I am happy wandering alone,
happy being free,
happy being me.