Sisters are mourning thee—
Come to thine own!
Hark! the home-voices call
Back to thy rest;
Come to thy father’s hall,
Thy mother’s breast!
O’er the far blue mountains,
O’er the white sea-foam,
Come, thou long-parted one!
Back to thine home.
Sisters are mourning thee—
Come to thine own!
Hark! the home-voices call
Back to thy rest;
Come to thy father’s hall,
Thy mother’s breast!
O’er the far blue mountains,
O’er the white sea-foam,
Come, thou long-parted one!
Back to thine home.