I turn and turn showing the way Many lands on me I show Could see them all in one day Oh, the places you’ll go!

Through forests green, or mountains grand, an unpaved journey across the land, for walkers, I’m a helping hand.

Rapunzel draped her hair down from one Richard III sent nephews to one for protection... In Pisa, it leans In Paris, it's iconic Climb up and find the answer

I have a mouth but never speak, and a bed but never sleep. I can echo your every word, yet I have no tongue to be heard. I am a hollow heart of stone, where the light is rarely shown. What am I?

I’m small and quiet, tucked away, where fields or forests often stay. A humble home, both snug and sweet, what am I, a calm retreat?