The hill, the lake, the tree,
When bath’d in light of midnight’s Queen,
The land, the land for me,
The land, the land for me,
The land, the land for me,
The land, the land for me.
The glist’ning wave I’ve glided o’er,
When so gently blew the breeze;
But sweeter was the distant shore,
The zephyr ’mong the trees.