AWAY FROM HOME.
Carry me back to the hills of New England,
Back to the land of the woods and the sea,
Back to the shores where the blue waters beckon,
Back where the sunshine is waiting for me.
Make me a bed in the lap of the meadow,
Near where his rain-flute the reed-piper blows,
Cover me up with the wild things and clover,
Leave me alone where there’s nobody knows.
Leave me alone with the drift and the gladness,