Eah, roads!

1. Eah, roads,
Dust and fog and heat,
Cold and trouble most
And tall wild weed.
You can’t know
What is your fate,
May your wings be folded
Midst of fields today.
Under boots dust can be found
In big fields about,
Fire’s ranging all around,
Ring bullets aloud.

2. Eah, roads,
      Dust and fog and heat
Cold and trouble most
And tall wild weed.
Shot rang out
Ov'r tall weed spread
Raven’s whirling around,
My friend's lying dead.
And the road further went
Through dust and sand,
Land is full of smoke scent,
Another strange land.

3. Eah, roads,
      Dust and fog and heat,
Cold and trouble most
And tall wild weed.
Pine woods land,
Rises the sun,
Often at front steps
Mother waits for son.
And along by boundless ways
Through fields and plains,
They are watching us always
Eyes dear away.

4.    Eah, roads,
      Dust and fog and heat,
     Cold and trouble most
     And tall wild weed.
                Wind or snow,
                Remember friends that
                Those boundless roads
                Cannot we forget.