I'll think of thee when far away

I'll think of thee when far away,
     A joyous region round;
I'll think of thee when all are glad,
     And all is joy profound.

I'll think of thee when all are glad
     In other climes I roam;
I'll think of thee, of thy gentle sway
     I felt while yet at home.

I fancy thou art near to me,
     To cheer my lonely way;
And that thy voice I hear
     At each returning day.

And when the weather is sad or gay,
     I'll still remember thee;
And with thy name drive care away,
     Oh! wilt thou remember me.