I gaze on the sun, it mounts in the skies,
The hour soon for mass will be breaking:
Ah would´ I were home ´ midst all that I prize,
´Mong folks now the churchward path taking!
So soon as the sun lights up on its way,
The notch in the mountain crest yonder,
The bells down below for worship today,
Ring forth from the tow´r as I wander.
