The Road to the Fort on the Hill

Upon the road to the Fort on the Hill, Many bumps hide within the dirt; But worthy is the way back home No matter the trials that lurk. My back is sore, I've packed my share, The cart is laden full; I will build my camp and sell my wares, And drink in every lull. Upon the road to the Fort on the Hill, It winds both left and right; I spend my day preparing away, And drive my cart by night. The evening pushes at my back, And daybreak calls my name; Though the years have come and passed, My home still feels the same . Upon the road to the Fort on the Hill, I will soon be in the hall; I can taste the drink and see friends afar; I can see the wooden wall. I long have waited for this day. My sword knocks at my side; My shield and byrnie dormant lay, Until as warriors we collide. Upon the road to the Fort on the Hill, Where dirt meets wooden gate, The wheels strike triumphantly, And I can hardly wait. I disembark and begin to build My new home in the grass; I arrive as though I never left...