Lyrics:

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