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.