Part 4

 

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.

On the seas and far away,

On stormy seas and far away;

Nightly dreams, and thoughts by day,

Are ay with him that’s far away.

–On the Seas and Far Away by Robert Burns