Down sunken lane
Up misty vale
The randonneur will go
While falling leaves
And chilling breeze
The randonneur will know
Of moments passing with friends a-chatting
And of many miles to go
The sunrise over frosted fields
The vapoured light begins to glow
And spinning steady onwards, upwards
The randonneur will go.
Throughout the many varied seasons
O’er all the land so pleasant, green
In howling storm by swollen stream
The randonneur will know
That final bend and hearth-side friend
Long tales shared, proud-hearts aglow
Ode to Cycling 