It was sad weather when you went away,

Wind, and the rain was raining every day:

And all night long I heard in lonesome sleep

The water running under the bows of the ship,

All the dark night and till the dawning grey.

At Salonika it is golden weather.

Go light of heart, O child, light as a feather,

Valiant and full of laughter, free as air.

God is at Salonika-here and there

God and my heart are keeping watch together.

But O when you come back, though skies should weep,

The water running under the bows of the ship

Shall in my dreams make music exquisite

And all my happy sleep be drenched with it;

And you coming home, home through the hours of

sleep.