Theo van Beck - In Exile lyrics

As these far-reaching sands my life is drear And mournful as the murmur of the deep And changeless ocean. But they come in sleep, My loving kinsmen from afar, and bear To kindly sleep's dream-laden atmosphere A fond illusion for my heart to keep Like a rich boat gale-blown when tides are neap, Afraid to lose it, holding it so dear. 'Tis then she comes, and with love-radiant eyes, And with a little cry she leans on me, And for a moment all my soul swings free-- Swings free to journey back life's listless stream. But all too soon, alas, the slumber dies Of one who longs for an eternal dream.