Under a foreign sky, my fate awaits me. There but for God go I, do not forsake me. I am a boy, full of promise, full of freedom; Now joy is dead and done, I am gone. Before the western sea, my home was in the valley. There with my family, I took to manhood early. I was the one my brother called, my mother looked to me, her fine, strong son; Now the joy is dead and done, I am gone. Finding my way to go,
the call that I should answer; My country's own hero, like music to the dancer. I am a boy full of promise, full of freedom; Now the joy is dead and done, I am gone. Under a weeping willow tree you planted roses. There in my memory, where my eternal ghost is. I was a boy full of promise, full of freedom; Now joy is dead and done, I am gone. Now the joy is dead and done, I am gone.