The Exile-Pan Morigan

Farewell, farewell dear home of mine, since i must part from you and yet, and yet, i hesitate to speak my last adieu i do not say adieu, a stor, i do not say adieu for though i sail the deep blue sea. i still remember you Oh, stormy are the ocean ways, and deep with wild unrest but wilder is the surging grief that rips me from my rest and murmurs in my vacant heart, cold on these wild seas and i wonder if my island shores will still remember me I wander on my lonely way, and bitter is my road i wish somehow i could go home, if fate would have it so alone i seek the lonely ways, across the lonesome world small wonder that the coils of grief around my heart are curled No mate i knew, no child was mine, no lover do i mourn the fullness of my love was yours, nor did i seek return and where now can i find repose, far from the land i mourn companion to a haunted heart that hungers to return