Sea-Song of the Exiles
( " Adieu, patrie! " )
Dear land, farewell!
Waves surge and swell.
Dear land, farewell, —
Blue sky!
Farewell, white Cot whence the ripe grapes fall,
Gold blooms that bask on the mossy wall!
Dear land, farewell!
Plain, valley, and hill!
Dear land, farewell, —
Blue sky!
Dear land, farewell!
Waves surge and swell.
Dear land, farewell, —
Blue sky!
Farewell, Betrothed with the pure pale brow;
'Neath sombre heaven dark billows we plough.
Dear land, farewell!
In thee our loves dwell;
Dear land, farewell, —
Blue sky!
Dear land, farewell!
Waves surge and swell.
Dear land, farewell, —
Blue sky!
Our eyes, whose tears all brightness blot,
Leave the dark wave for a darker lot!
Dear land, farewell!
In our heart's a knell.
Dear land, farewell, —
Blue sky!
Dear land, farewell!
Waves surge and swell.
Dear land, farewell, —
Blue sky!
Farewell, white Cot whence the ripe grapes fall,
Gold blooms that bask on the mossy wall!
Dear land, farewell!
Plain, valley, and hill!
Dear land, farewell, —
Blue sky!
Dear land, farewell!
Waves surge and swell.
Dear land, farewell, —
Blue sky!
Farewell, Betrothed with the pure pale brow;
'Neath sombre heaven dark billows we plough.
Dear land, farewell!
In thee our loves dwell;
Dear land, farewell, —
Blue sky!
Dear land, farewell!
Waves surge and swell.
Dear land, farewell, —
Blue sky!
Our eyes, whose tears all brightness blot,
Leave the dark wave for a darker lot!
Dear land, farewell!
In our heart's a knell.
Dear land, farewell, —
Blue sky!
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