The wind blows chilly,
my bag is empty
The road runs narrow and it's full of holes
I've seen fine cities and fields aplenty
But none so lovely as the ones at home
And home is far,
far across the ocean My house is nothing more now than a song
Come,
kind brothers,
and sing a song for me It's been a long,
long time that I've been gone
I've travelled here and I've travelled
yonder I've journeyed far and wide and up
and down
Still the pathway I'd love to wander
Winds down the starry hill to my hometown
My friends are far,
far across the ocean
If they've forgotten me, it's only fair
Come, kind brothers,
we'll send a dove to them And we will
drink good health to them and theirs
The wind blows chilly,
my bag is empty The fortune smiled at me a time or so
There's no
denying
she's a fine lady It's your own doing if you let her go
And free is the grass and sweet grows the jasmine
Though hard times often last, a lengthy spell
The sky is light now, the
morning's risen Come,
kind brothers, now bid me farewell
Come, kind brothers, now
bid me farewell