All in the golden weather forth let us ride today,
You and I together on the King's Highway,
The blue skies above us, and below the shining sea;
There's many a road to travel, but it's this road for me
It's a long road and sunny and the fairest in the world
There are peaks that rise above it in their snowy mantles curled,
And it leads from the mountains through a hedge of chaparral
Down to the waters where the sea-gulls call.
It's a long road and sunny, 'tis a long road and old,
And the brown Padres made it for the flocks of the fold;
They made it for the sandals of the sinner-folk that trod
From the fields in the open to the shelter-house of God.
They made it for the sandals of the sinner-folk of old;
Now the flocks they are scattered and death keeps the fold;
But you and I together we will take the road today
With the breath in our nostrils on the King's Highway.
We will take the road together through the morning's golden glow,
And we'll dream of those who trod it in the mellowed long ago;
We will stop at the Missions where the sleeping Padres lay,
And bend a knee above them for their souls' sake to pray.
We'll ride through the valleys where the blossom's on the tree,
Through the orchards and the meadows with the bird and the bee,
And we'll take the rising hills where the manzanitas grow,
Past the gray tails of waterfalls where blue violets blow.
Old Conquistadores, O brown priests and all,
Give us your ghosts for company when night begins to fall;
There's many a road to travel, but its' this road today,
With the breath of God about us on the King's Highway.