But that there comes her broken call far o’er the distant seas;
And never shine the dim stars but that my heart would go
Away and back to olden lands and dreams of long ago.
A rover of the wide world, when yet my heart was young
The sea came whispering to me in well-beloved tongue,
And oh! the promises she held of golden lands a-gleam
That clung about my boy-heart and filled mine eyes with dream,
And Wanderlust came luring me till ’neath the stars I swore
That I would be a wanderer for ever, ever more.
A-rover of the wide world, I’ve seen the Northern lights