Many the green isle need 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 round his 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 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 haven of the grave
What if there no friends will greet?
What if there no heart 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 isles need must be
in the sea of misery
Or the mariner who's so worn and wan
never thus could voyage on

Ay, many flowerin' islands lie
in waters of wide agony
to such a one this morn was led
my bark by soft winds piloted