We grasp our oars, and cry,
Adieu, for evermore, my love!
Adieu, for evermore!
“The soldier comes back from the war,
The sailor recrosses the sea;
But I? I have left my love, to return no more,
My love, to return no more.
“When the day is done, and the wings of night
Spread their shadow over all;
And each gives himself to the sweets of sleep,