Goodbye proud world... I'm going home Thou art not my friend... and I'm not thine Long through the waery browds I roam A rivers ark on the ocean brine Long I have been tossed like a driven foam But now proud world, I'm going home
Goodbye to flattery's face... to grandeuer with his wise grimace To upstart wealths everted eye... to supple office low and high To crowded halls, to courts and street To frozen hearts, and hasting feat To those who go, and those who will come Goodbye proud world, I'm going home
I am going to my own hearth stone Bossomed in your green hills Alone a secret nook... in a pleasant land Whose groves the frolic fairies planned Where arches green the live long day Where goes the blackbirds roundelay And vulgar feet have never trod A spot that is sacred... to talk with God
Oh, when I'm safe in my sylvian home I'll cherish the times left alone And when I'm stretched beneath the pines Where the evening star so holy shines I laugh at the lore and pride of man At the sophist schools... and their learned clan For what they are in their high conceit
Where man in the bush with God will meet... I'm that man
Goodbye proud world... I'm going home Thou art not my friend, and I'm not thine Long through the weary crowds I roam... long I have been tossed But no longer... for Lord I love theeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
