on the seas and far away
tune—“o'er the hills and far away.”
how can my poor heart be glad,
when absent from my sailor lad;
how can i the thought forego—
he's on the seas to meet the foe?
let me wander, let me rove,
still my heart is with my love;
nightly dreams, and thoughts by day,
are with him that's far away.
chorus.—on the seas and far away,
on stormy seas and far away;
nightly dreams and thoughts by day,
are aye with him that's far away.
when in summer noon i faint,
as weary flocks around me pant,
haply in this scorching sun,
my sailor's thund'ring at his gun;
bullets, spare my only joy!
bullets, spare my darling boy!
fate, do with me what you may,
spare but him that's far away,
on the seas and far away,
on stormy seas and far away;
fate, do with me what you may,