The clouds are sailing toward the west,
They coll me from above in vain,
As I recline my head to rest . . .
“Come with us, once, come west again.
Perhaps out there you could forget.”
The clouds have passed; I too passed by
Where the oceans roll and mountains rise,
My path was marked for me on high,
By troubled clouds - - - two troubled eyes.
These, too, I never could forget.
Life is so fair beyond the sea
Where God all mankind rules and shields,
Where arms are strong and hearts are free
Beautiful are the rolling fields,
To them who have learned to forget.
I stood where lands and oceans meet,
Gazing beyond the water’s foam.
And though this were the Eden’s seat
I could not rest away from home,
Because I learned not to forget.
Keep passing westward at your pleasure,
Men and clouds and birds of flight
But for all your wealth and treasure
Our poverty and plight
This I never could forget.