O’er the far blue mountains,
O’er the white sea-foam,
Come, thou long-parted one!
Back to thine home.
When the bright fire shineth,
Sad looks thy place,
While the true heart pineth
Missing thy face.
Music is sorrowful
Since thou art gone;
O’er the far blue mountains,
O’er the white sea-foam,
Come, thou long-parted one!
Back to thine home.
When the bright fire shineth,
Sad looks thy place,
While the true heart pineth
Missing thy face.
Music is sorrowful
Since thou art gone;