Standing on this winding road
Traveling by day, and sometimes by night.
I proceed toward my next destination,
Leaving at the first sign of light.
The horses are quite weary
And worn down from months of travel,
Three times I've replaced them since
I first left from Koravel.
Thick trees line the path to my left
And deep water to my right,
I just left an arid desert and now
Boggy marshland is in my sight.
Yet none of this bothers me
As I watch a hopping toad,
I know my fate awaits me
Beyond this winding road.