It was a heavenly time of life
— When first I went to Spain,
The lovely land of silver mists,
— The land of golden grain.

My little ship through unknown seas
— Sailed many a changing day;
Sometimes the chilling winds came up
— And blew across her way;

Sometimes the rain came down and hid
— The shining shores of Spain,
The beauty of the silver mists
— And of the golden grain.

But through the rains and through the winds,
— Upon the untried sea,
My fairy ship sailed on and on,
— With all my dreams and me.

And now, no more a child, I long
— For that sweet time again,
When on the far horizon bar
— Rose up the shores of Spain.

O lovely land of silver mists,
— O land of golden grain,
I look for you with smiles, with tears,
— But look for you in vain!