Waiting at the End of the Road - Kay Starr, Ирвинг Берлин

Weary of roaming on, yearning to see the dawn

Counting the hours till I can lay down my load

Weary but I don’t mind, knowing that soon I’ll find

Peace and contentment at the end of the road

The way is long, the night is dark

But I don’t mind 'cause a happy lark

Will be singing at the end of the road

I can’t go wrong, I must go right

I’ll find my way 'cause a guiding light

Will be shining at the end of the road

There may be thorns in my path

But I’ll wear a smile

'Cause in a little while

My path will be roses

The rain may fall from up above

But I won’t stop 'cause the ones I love

Will be waiting at the end of the road

I seem to roam through a field

That is snowy white

And through the silent night

A banjo is strumming

come back, I roam no more

A mammy’s heart and a cabin door

Will be open at the end of the road

You’ll hear that old Devil say

«Come on down below»

But you just let him know

You’re heading for Heaven

Come on and climb the Golden Stairs

And all your troubles and all your cares

Will be over at the end of the road