Many the green isle needs must be

In the sea of misery

Or the mariner who's so worn and wan

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 around vessel's track

When dreamers seem to be

Weltering through eternity

And the dim low line be before

Of a dark and distant shore

Still recedes ever still

Longing with divided will

But no power to seek or stun

He's ever drifting on and on

Over the unresponsive wave

To heaven of the grave

What if there no friends will greet?

What if there no hearts will ever meet?

Wandering 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 wan

Never thus could voyage on.

Ay, many flowering islands lie

In waters of wide agony

To such an island a morning was led

My bark by soft wind's swirls