Many the green isle needs must be
In the sea of misery
Or the mariner who's so worn and wan
Never thus could voyage on
Day and night, and night and day
Always drifting on his dreary way
Always been drifting on his dreary way
Closing around vessel's track
When dreamers seem to be
Weltering through eternity
Of a dark and distant shore
Longing with divided will
He's ever drifting on and on
Over the unresponsive wave
To heaven of the grave
What if there no friends will greet?
What if there no hearts will ever meet?
Wandering wherso'er he may
To find refuge from distress
In friendship's smile and in love's caress
Many the green isle needs must be
In the sea of misery
Ay, many flowering islands lie
In waters of wide agony
To such an island a morning was led
And the dim low line be before
Still recedes ever still
But no power to seek or stun
Can he dream before the day
Or the mariner who's so worn and wan
Never thus could voyage on.
My bark by soft wind's swirls