I shall not always turn back at the corner

Retracing my steps with obedient feet

I shall shall stand there a moment to hear the wind blowing

Whisper of distances secret and dim

Away where the road has gone

Far past the corner

And then I shall go;

I won't always return

Though you wait in the lamplight quietly lifting

Your face to the glass of the window to see

Set out the table and lay the bread steaming

Leaving the oven to keep the room warm

 Take out my old bathrobe and warm woolen slippers

'For he will be cold after walking so long...'

And then you will hear

Faint wheels on the highway

Or is it the sound of the wind rushing by?

And you'll say, 'But he only went down to the corner;'

Just down to the corner, and he always comes home.'