My fate has led me far from sighing shores,
between whose sands my life was lived complete;
if I forget you, ever think me yours.

I never thought to leave for any cause -
for here my heart was wont to throb and beat;
my fate has led me far from sighing shores.

No horn makes mourn my passing from your doors,
and yet, though no-one hinders fading feet,
if I forget you - ever think me yours.

No wind blows cold to slow the splashing oars,
and every shining star sings bitter-sweet -
my fate has led me far from sighing shores.

From far away, my memory adores
untended meadowlands, and rivers fleet -
if I forget you, ever think me yours.

To future lands and friends I've yet to meet,
the path leads ever on, without retreat.
My fate has led me far from sighing shores;
if I forget you ever, think me yours.