to the place where I first saw the light. To my sweet sunny south, take me home. Where the mocking birds sing me to sleep every night. Oh why was I tempted to roam? The path to our cottage they say has grown green. And the place is quite lonely around. I know that the smiles and the forms that I've seen now lie in the dark mossy ground. Take me back to the place where the orange trees grow. To my plot in the evergreen shade. Where the flowers from the river green margin did grow. And spread their sweet scene through the glade..