Homeward bound

Across the scarce-awakened sea,

With white sail flowing,

And morning glowing,

I come to thee -- I come to thee.

Past lonely beaches,

And gleaming reaches,

And long reefs foaming,

Homing -- homing --

A-done with roaming,

I come to thee.

The moon is failing,

A petal sailing

Down in the west

That bends o'er thee;

And the stars are hiding,

As we go gliding

Back to the nest,

Ah! back to thee.