Over the mountain wave,
See where they come;
Storm cloud and wintry wind
Welcome them home;
Yet where the sounding gale
Howls to the sea,
There their song peals along
Deep-toned and free.
_Chorus._--Pilgrims and wanderers.
Hither we come;
Where the free dare to be,
This is our home.
England hath sunny dales,
Dearly they bloom;
Scotia hath heather hills,
Sweet their perfume;
Yet through the wilderness
Cheerful we stray,
Native land, native land,
Home far away!
_Chorus._--Pilgrims and wanderers, &c.
Dim grew the forest path,
Onward they trod;
Firm beat their noble hearts,
Trusting in God;
Gray men and blooming maids,
High rose their song,
Hear it sweep clear and deep,
Ever along.
_Chorus._--Pilgrims and wanderers, &c.
Not theirs the glory wreath
Torn by the blast;
Heavenward their holy steps,
Heavenward they pass’d;
Green be their mossy graves,
Ours be their fame,
While their song peals along
Ever the same.
_Chorus._--Pilgrims and wanderers, &c.