Many the green isle needs must be 

In the sea of misery 

Or the mariner who's so worn and won 

Never thus could voyage on 



Day and night, and night and day 

Always drifting on his dreary way 

Always been drifting on his dreary way 

Closing round vessel's track 



When dreamers seem to be 

Weltering through eternity 

And the dim low line before 

Of a so dark and distant shore 



Still recedes as ever still 

Longing with divided will 

But no power to seek or stun 

He's ever drifting on and on 



Over the unresponding wave 

To heaven of the grave 

What if there no friends will greet? 

What if there no heart will ever meet? 



Wanderer wherso'er he may 

Can he dream before the day 

To find refuge from distress 

In friendship's smile and in love's caress 



Many the green isle needs must be 

In the sea of misery 

Or the mariner who's so worn and won 

Never thus could voyage on. 



Ay, many flowerin' island lie 

In waters of wide agony 

To such an island a morning was lead 

My bark by soft wind piloted.