Far Away ©
Whither shall I take me
When the howling winds do shake me
And the chilly stars forsake me?
It's needing aught to coax me
Where no ignorance provokes me
And no rain of winter soaks me,
I'll heed my heart's one yearning,
For a brighter day it's burning,
When I'm gone, there's no returning;
Will you come with me, my Jenny,
Though possessions we've not many?
You know that we don't need any,