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.