Full Lyrics
The mists of the morning are rolling away,
The stars quickly fade at the coming of day,
The foam of the billows already I see,
And there floats my little barque waiting for me.
We row all the day in the current along,
Our voices uniting in load swelling song.
No thought of the toil or the tumult of day
Can ruffle our bosoms, or lure us away.
The mountain tops dimly are seen through the mist,
The beach, smooth and sandy, by wavelets is kissed,
The sky, broad and spreading, with crimson and blue,
The ocean that bears on its breast every hue.
My heart is entranced into beauty’s high realm,
No care of the earth can its peace overwhelm;
The star of the West sends its last lingering ray,
I hail my sweet home, as the light fades away.
