and its busy cares have flown,
I sit beneath the starlight,
with a weary heart alone.
sparkling bright in nature's glee,
My own dear Ellen Wadden,
with its green hills by the sea.
Then I hear the wavelets mumble
As they kiss the fiery shore,
Then be neath the emerald waters
Sings the mermaid as a fjord,
And the fair isle shines with beauty
As in youth it dawned on me.
My own dear Ellen ran in,
With its green hills by the sea.
Then memories, and tender,
Come like music's plenty flow
Of the hearts, dear Ellen Bannon,
And I give with tears and blessings
My fondest thoughts to thee,
My own dear Ellen Madden,
With its green hills by the sea.