Under a foreign sky, my fate awaits me

There but for God go I, do not forsake me.

I am a boy, full of promise, full of freedom

And now the joy is dead and done

I am gone...

Before the western sea, my home was in the valley

There with my family, I took to manhood early.

I was the one, my brother called, My mother looked to me, Her fine, strong son;

And now the joy is dead and done

I am gone...

Finding my way to go, the call that I should answer

My country's own hero, like music to the dancer

I am a boy, full of promise, full of freedom

And now the joy is dead and done

I am gone...

Under a weeping willow tree, you planted roses.

There in my memory, where my eternal ghost is

I was a boy, full of promise, full of freedom;

And now the joy is dead and done

I am gone...