The Exile

Pan Morigan

Farewell, farewell dear home of mine, since I must part from you

And yet, and yet, I hesitate to speak my last adieu

I do not say adieu, a stor, I do not say adieu

For though I sail the deep blue sea. I still remember you



Oh, stormy are the ocean ways, and deep with wild unrest

But wilder is the surging grief that rips me from my rest

And murmurs in my vacant heart, cold on these wild seas

And I wonder if my island shores will still remember me



I wander on my lonely way, and bitter is my road

I wish somehow I could go home, if fate would have it so

Alone I seek the lonely ways, across the lonesome world

Small wonder that the coils of grief around my heart are curled



No mate I knew, no child was mine, no lover do I mourn

The fullness of my love was yours, nor did I seek return

And where now can I find repose, far from the land I mourn

Companion to a haunted heart that hungers to return