Tune: “Fountain of Wine”
The boundless desert looked desolate,
Long, long the road to Southern Gate.
Your horse was heard to neigh,
You were seen on your way,
E’en border clouds felt sad.
The sable coat in which your’re clad
May be outworn, your uniform too tight,
The thousand-mile Northwest frontier with frost is white.
In silk I’m dressed,
But my heart cannot fly
In dreams to the Northwest,
So I mount the tower high.