Under a foreign sky,
my fate awaits me.
There but for God go I,
do not forsake me.
I am a boy,
full of promise,
full of freedom;
Now joy
is dead and done,
I am gone.
Before the western sea,
my home was in the valley.
There with my family,
I took to manhood early.
I was the one
my brother called,
my mother looked to me,
her fine, strong son;
Now the joy
is dead and done,
I am gone.
Finding my way to go,
the call that I should answer;
My country's own hero,
like music to the dancer.
I am a boy
full of promise,
full of freedom;
Now the joy
is dead and done,
I am gone.
Under a weeping willow tree
you planted roses.
There in my memory,
where my eternal ghost is.
I was a boy
full of promise,
full of freedom;
Now joy
is dead and done,
I am gone.
Now the joy
is dead and done,
I am gone.