There's a voice of home That aye will come, Tho mid fairest lands thou'rt ranger, And its mournful lay, To thee will say, Thou art in the land of the stranger. Thine early love Shall she live to prove, That for others thou would'st change her, Shall she say that he Lost constancy, Far away in the land of the stranger? 3. Thy mother's eye, That from infancy Hath guarded thee in danger Canst thou forget It waits thee yet But not in the land of the stranger O'er the mountain track We call our long-lost ranger. Thou'rt come at last! Our fears are past! Thou'rt come from the land of the stranger!