VISIONS
By Edmund Leamy
I never watch the sun set a-down the Western skiesBut that within its wonderness I see my mother’s eyes;I never hear the West wind sob softly in the treesBut that there comes her broken call far o’er the distant seas;And never shine the dim stars but that my heart would goAway and back to olden lands and dreams of long ago.A rover of the wide world, when yet my heart was youngThe sea came whispering to me in well-beloved tongue,And oh! the promises she held of golden lands a-gleamThat clung about my boy-heart and filled mine eyes with dream,And Wanderlust came luring me till ’neath the stars I sworeThat I would be a wanderer for ever, ever more.A-rover of the wide world, I’ve seen the Northern lightsA-flashing countless colours in the knife-cold wintry nights;I’ve watched the Southern Cross ablaze o’er smiling, sunny lands,And seen the lazy sea caress palm-sheltered, silvery sands;Still wild unrest is scouring me, the Wanderlust of yore,And I must be a wanderer for ever, ever more.And yet, I see the sun set a-down the Western skiesAnd glimpse within the wonderness my mother’s pleading eyes;And yet I hear the West wind sob softly in the trees,That vainly cloaks her broken call far o’er the distant seas;And still when shine the dim stars my wander heart would goAway and back to her side, and dreams of long ago.
I never watch the sun set a-down the Western skiesBut that within its wonderness I see my mother’s eyes;I never hear the West wind sob softly in the treesBut that there comes her broken call far o’er the distant seas;And never shine the dim stars but that my heart would goAway and back to olden lands and dreams of long ago.A rover of the wide world, when yet my heart was youngThe sea came whispering to me in well-beloved tongue,And oh! the promises she held of golden lands a-gleamThat clung about my boy-heart and filled mine eyes with dream,And Wanderlust came luring me till ’neath the stars I sworeThat I would be a wanderer for ever, ever more.A-rover of the wide world, I’ve seen the Northern lightsA-flashing countless colours in the knife-cold wintry nights;I’ve watched the Southern Cross ablaze o’er smiling, sunny lands,And seen the lazy sea caress palm-sheltered, silvery sands;Still wild unrest is scouring me, the Wanderlust of yore,And I must be a wanderer for ever, ever more.And yet, I see the sun set a-down the Western skiesAnd glimpse within the wonderness my mother’s pleading eyes;And yet I hear the West wind sob softly in the trees,That vainly cloaks her broken call far o’er the distant seas;And still when shine the dim stars my wander heart would goAway and back to her side, and dreams of long ago.
I never watch the sun set a-down the Western skiesBut that within its wonderness I see my mother’s eyes;I never hear the West wind sob softly in the treesBut that there comes her broken call far o’er the distant seas;And never shine the dim stars but that my heart would goAway and back to olden lands and dreams of long ago.
I never watch the sun set a-down the Western skies
But that within its wonderness I see my mother’s eyes;
I never hear the West wind sob softly in the trees
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 youngThe sea came whispering to me in well-beloved tongue,And oh! the promises she held of golden lands a-gleamThat clung about my boy-heart and filled mine eyes with dream,And Wanderlust came luring me till ’neath the stars I sworeThat I would be a wanderer for ever, ever more.
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 lightsA-flashing countless colours in the knife-cold wintry nights;I’ve watched the Southern Cross ablaze o’er smiling, sunny lands,And seen the lazy sea caress palm-sheltered, silvery sands;Still wild unrest is scouring me, the Wanderlust of yore,And I must be a wanderer for ever, ever more.
A-rover of the wide world, I’ve seen the Northern lights
A-flashing countless colours in the knife-cold wintry nights;
I’ve watched the Southern Cross ablaze o’er smiling, sunny lands,
And seen the lazy sea caress palm-sheltered, silvery sands;
Still wild unrest is scouring me, the Wanderlust of yore,
And I must be a wanderer for ever, ever more.
And yet, I see the sun set a-down the Western skiesAnd glimpse within the wonderness my mother’s pleading eyes;And yet I hear the West wind sob softly in the trees,That vainly cloaks her broken call far o’er the distant seas;And still when shine the dim stars my wander heart would goAway and back to her side, and dreams of long ago.
And yet, I see the sun set a-down the Western skies
And glimpse within the wonderness my mother’s pleading eyes;
And yet I hear the West wind sob softly in the trees,
That vainly cloaks her broken call far o’er the distant seas;
And still when shine the dim stars my wander heart would go
Away and back to her side, and dreams of long ago.