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Nathan Alterman
On the Highroad
There\'s a tinkling in the pasture and a whistlingAnd the field lies in gold till evening.
A hush of green wells,
My wide open spaces and a road.
The trees risen from the dew
Gleam like glass and metal.
I shall never stop looking, I shall never stop breathing
And I shall die and will keep going.
On the Highroad
© 1938, Nathan Alterman
From: Stars Outside
Publisher: Yachdav, Tel Aviv,
From: Stars Outside
Publisher: Yachdav, Tel Aviv,
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On the Highroad
From: Stars Outside
On the Highroad
There\'s a tinkling in the pasture and a whistlingAnd the field lies in gold till evening.
A hush of green wells,
My wide open spaces and a road.
The trees risen from the dew
Gleam like glass and metal.
I shall never stop looking, I shall never stop breathing
And I shall die and will keep going.
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