THORN bush and desert scrub,
Rank grass and sand,
Stretches the wilderness
On every hand.
Into the amber west
Drops the red Sun;
Sudden the darkness falls,
Whisp'ring of home.
Blue sparkling waters,
Clear crystal streams,
Green sunny gardens,
Land of my dreams.
By the camp-fire we sit,
Sorrow and I.
God of the wilderness,
Oh, let me die.
