On The Seas And Far Away |
Robert Burns, 1794
How can my poor heart be glad, When absent from my sailor lad; How can I the thought forego- He's on the seas to meet the foe? Let me wander, let me rove, Still my heart is with my love; Nightly dreams, and thoughts by day, Are with him that's far away. On the seas and far away, On stormy seas and far away; Nightly dreams and thoughts by day, Are aye with him that's far away.
2. When in summer noon I faint, | 3. At the starless, midnight hour When Winter rules with boundless power, As the storms the forests tear, And thunders rend the howling air, Listening to the doubling roar, Surging on the rocky shore, All I can-I weep and pray For his weal that's far away, On the seas and far away, On stormy seas and far away; All I can-I weep and pray, For his weal that's far away.
4. Peace, thy olive wand extend, |