Lyrics She Is Far from the Land - The Moorings

She Is Far from the Land

She is far from the land where her young hero sleeps
And lovers are round her sighing
But coldly she turns from their gaze, and weeps
For her heart in his grave is lying!
She sings the wild song of her dear native plains
Every note which he lov’d awaking --
Ah!
little they think, who delight in her strains
How the heart of the Minstrel is breaking!
He had liv’d for his love, for his country he died
They were all that to life had entwin’d him, --
Nor soon shall the tears of his country be dried
Nor long will his love stay behind him!
Oh!
make her a grave, where the sunbeams rest
When they promise a glorious morrow;
They’ll shine o’er her sleep, like a smile from the west
From her own lov’d island of sorrow!