All Paths Lead to You by Blanche Shoemaker Wagstaff All paths lead to you Where e'er I stray, You are the evening star At the end of day. All paths lead to you Hill-top or low, You are the white birch In the sun's glow. All paths lead to you Where e'er I roam You are the lark-song Calling me home! Find Related Poems Love Poems For Him Thinking of You Poems Romantic Poems
All Paths Lead to You by Blanche Shoemaker Wagstaff All paths lead to you Where e'er I stray, You are the evening star At the end of day. All paths lead to you Hill-top or low, You are the white birch In the sun's glow. All paths lead to you Where e'er I roam You are the lark-song Calling me home!