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The hours sad |
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I left a maid |
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A lingering farewell taking |
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Whose sighs and tears my steps delayed |
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I thought her heart was breaking |
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In hurried words her name |
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I blest I breathed the vows that bind me |
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And to my heart in anguish pressed |
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The girl I left behind me |
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Then to the east we bore away |
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To win a name in story |
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And there where dawns the sun of day |
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There dawned our sun of glory |
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The place in my sight |
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When in the host assigned me |
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I shared the glory of that fight |
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Sweet girl |
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I left behind me |
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Though many a name our banner bore |
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Of former deeds of daring |
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But they were of the day of yore |
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In which we had no sharing |
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But now our laurels freshly won |
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With the old one shall entwine me |
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Singing worthy of our size each son |
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Sweet girl |
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I left behind me |
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The hope of final victory |
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Within my bosom burning |
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Is mingling with sweet thoughts of thee |
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And of my fond returning |
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But should |
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I n'eer return again |
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Still with thy love i'll bind me |
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Dishonors breath shall never stain |
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The name I leave behind me |
