1 Like a silver boat the moon glides free,
Thro' the soft, white foam of the starry sea,
And my soul seems drifting, with rapid flight,
Away, far away, on the waves of light;
And in thoughtful fancy my vision falls
On the gates of pearl and the jasper walls.
Beautiful vision, beautiful home,
Brighter than moon or stars;
O may that vision be true for me,
When death shall unlock the bars.
2 'Twas a fancy bright, yet fair to me
Were the fields of green and the crystal sea,
And the eyes aglow with the morning light,
With never a teardrop to dim their sight;
And the songs that fell on my list'ning ear
Were the sweet home songs that in dreams I hear. [Chorus]
3 Then a cloud came o'er the silver moon,
And alas, my vision was o'er too soon;
If my soul was stirred by that dream so sweet,
O what will it be in the morn complete
When the bands are broken and I am free?
Then I'll sail away o'er the mystic sea. [Chorus]