In the old [?]
Talkin’ things over
Tells you of trouble he’s met
Still we all fight on
Hoping to light on
Something we haven’t found yet
I plot along and I always will
Maybe I’m long but I’m hoping still

Just keepin’ on
Weary and slow
Others have gone where I got to go
I am depressed
No time to rest
‘Till I get over the hill

Shoes wearin’ thin
Bones growing old
Always I’m in the wind and the cold
Maybe I’ll find
That’s let behind
When I get over the hill

Track’s mighty rough
Hill’s mighty steep
Sometimes I’m tired enough to lie down and sleep
Surely, I must find
Somewhere up the road
A quiet place where I can ease my load
I’m keepin’ on
Don’t seem to know
How far I’ve gone or how far I’ll go
Hoping that I’ll
Rest for a while
When I get over the hill

Shoes wearin’ thin
Bones growing old
Always I’m in the wind and the cold
Maybe I’ll find
That’s let behind
When I get over the hill

Track’s mighty rough
Hill’s mighty steep
Sometimes I’m tired enough to lie down and sleep
Surely, I must find
Somewhere up the road
A quiet place where I can ease my load

I’m keepin’ on
Don’t seem to know
How far I’ve gone or how far I’ll go
Hoping that I’ll
Rest for a while
When I get over the hill