He’s going far from home,
With sorrow laden;
He turns yet and looks back—
Good-bye, dear maiden!

He turns yet and looks back,
His kerchief waving;
With kerchief he dries yet
Eyes in tears laving.

And now behind him closed
A foreign region
As in the sky the lark
Gets lost to vision.

He’s gone, but he’ll come back
Again, joy-laden—
But ere he will return—
Good-bye, dear maiden!