Long I've roamed lands which are not mine

Admired Cappadocia, enjoyed Greek wine

Tea at the Bosporus, travelled the river Rhine

Heard the Lorelei sing, a song divine

My grave is easily found

And there I shall gladly be

Buried in the shadow

Beneath my cypress tree

My spirit travelled The Highlands

The North Sea taught me humbleness

My mind got drunk by the beauty of France

In Bretagne and Ireland a Celtic dance

My grave is easily found

And there I shall gladly be

Buried in the shadow

Beneath my cypress tree

No trace of Helen at the remains of Troy

But her glorious beauty shining through

On many a gracious peasant girl

In picturesque villages far below

Winds of Galicia, mountains of Spain

Portuguese valleys, English domain

Skandinavia, Alexandria

Passion for wandering, impossible to restrain

My grave is easily found

And there I shall gladly be

Buried in the shadow

Beneath my cypress tree

When my time on earth is over

And my journey has come to an end

Remembering the white cliffs of Dover

Or the breeze of our Lowlands

Of our Lowlands