Alas
I drift far from you my home,
In pursuance of pasture green,
And by many aland have crossed,
And none feels like home.
I wish you were here with me.
My home my dear is you
For nowhere i go is home,
If it be not you.
The sand upon which i grew,
Where once we played, my home,
Is stock to my black skin
Like every memory of you.
My love and my home,
That i brought you away down here,
Perhaps even here my dear
Could have been my home.
I come to you soon,
My dear love and home
i am bethroded to you
My dear love and home.
My dear precious home.
I come to you soon
To the sand upon which i grew,
Where once, my home, we played.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful.. I'll go home one day only to be loved by loved ones.. that is where i belong...