Ah, I dream of my native valley
I used to walk there, singing...
Will I ever sing again under those great trees?
Oh, Poor Hylas...

(* repeat)
Let me sail home, gently rocking...
On the ocean's mighty breast.
Oh, Powerful Sea...
The child of Dindyma.

I dream of my native trees.
They shielded me from the heat of the day.
Will I ever inhale their sweet perfume again?

(* repeat)
Let me sail home, gently rocking...