And I must leave this sheltering roof
And joys of life so soft and warm.
Tender and warm the joys of life—
Good friends, the faithful and the true;
My rosy children and my wife,
>So sweet to kiss, so fair to view.
So sweet to kiss, so fair to view,
The night comes on, the lights burn blue;
And at my door the pale horse stands
To bear me forth to unknown lands.