Waters Of Wide Agony

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.