Duna

Duna

When I was a little Lad

With folly on my lips,

Fain was I for journeying

All the seas in ships.

But now across the southern swell

Every dawn I hear

The little streams of Duna

Running clear.

When I was a young man

Before my beard was gray,

All to ships and sailor men

I gave my heart away.

But I’m weary of the sea-wind,

I’m weary of the foam,

And the little stars of Duna

Call me home.