Do They Think of Me at Home?
Do they think of me at home, do they ever think of me?
I who shared their ev'ry grief, I who mingled in their glee
Have their hearts grown old and strange to the one now doomed to roam?
I would give the world to know-do they think of me at homer
Do they think of me at eve? of the songs I used to sing?
Is the harp I struck untouched? does a stranger wake the string?
Will no kind, forgiving word come across the raging foam?
Shall I never cease to sigh-do they think of me at home?
Do they think of how I loved in my happy, early days?
Do they think of him who came, but could never win their praise?
I am happy by his side, and from mine he'll never roam;
But my heart will sadly ask-do they think of me at home?