Over The Rim Of The Moor, And Under The Starry Sky, Two Men Came To My Door And Rested Them Thereby. Beneath The Bough And The Star, In A Whispering Foreign Tongue, They Talked Of A Land Afar And The Merry Days So Young! Beneath The Dawn And The Bough I Heard Them Arise And Go: And My Heart It Is Aching Now For The More It Will Never Know. Why Did They Two Depart Before I Could Understand? Where Lies That Land, O My Heart? --O My Heart, Where Lies That Land?