In the pathway of the sun,
 In the footsteps of the breeze,
Where the world and sky are one,
 He shall ride the silver seas,
 He shall cut the glittering wave.
I shall sit at home, and rock;
Rise, to heed a neighbor's knock;
Brew my tea, and snip my thread;
Bleach the linen for my bed.
 They will call him brave.