Scene of my pleasure, scene of my pain,
Home of my fathers, I leave thee again!
Sunshine and flowers
Dwell in thy bowers,
Peace in thy towers,
Home of my youth!
In the parched desert I'll sigh for thy rills,
Gushing so brightly from ever green hills;
Sunshine and flowers
Dwell in thy bowers,
Peace in thy towers,
Home of my youth!
Wounded, or wearing the Saracen's chain,
Thee will I pray for again and again!
Sunshine and flowers
Dwell in thy bowers,
Peace in thy towers,
Home of my youth!