Where doth the orange gleam
Soft on my native stream?
—Far o’er the sea!
Where are sweet eyes of love
Watching for me?
Where o’er the cabin roof
Waves the green tree?
Where speaks the vesper-chime
Still of a holy time?
—Far o’er the sea.
Where doth the orange gleam
Soft on my native stream?
—Far o’er the sea!
Where are sweet eyes of love
Watching for me?
Where o’er the cabin roof
Waves the green tree?
Where speaks the vesper-chime
Still of a holy time?
—Far o’er the sea.