Ah! the sad good-byes, tears were in all eyes,
As once more I gripped each friendly hand;
Do they think of me, far across the sea,
Striving, toiling in a foreign land?—Chorus.
Once again I see faces dear to me,
Longing for the wanderer’s return;
O’er the boundless tide, by the old fireside
Once again to be my heart doth yearn,
Back to home and friends, there my journey ends,
Soon again I’ll see my native shore;