I've been a foreign lander for seven years or more

Among the brave commanders where wild beasts howled and roared

I've conquered all my enemies on land and on the sea

But you my dearest jewel, 'tis you have conquered me

I cannot build a ship of love without the wood of trees

The ship would burst asunder should I prove false to thee

If ever I prove false, love, the elements would moan

The fire would turn to ice, love, the seas would rage and burn

Have you heard the mourning dove? She's flying from pine to pine

She's mourning for her own love the way I mourn for mine

I lie awake out in the night, I see the shining stars

I wonder if you see them too wherever you are

I've been a foreign lander for seven years or more