Long I've roamed lands which are not mine  Admired Cappadocia, enjoyed Greek wine  Tea at the Bosporus, travelled the river Rhine  Heard the Lorelei sing, a song divine    My grave is easily found  And there I shall gladly be  Buried in the shadow  Beneath my cypress tree    My spirit travelled The Highlands  The North Sea taught me humbleness  My mind got drunk by the beauty of France  In Bretagne and Ireland a Celtic dance    My grave is easily found  And there I shall gladly be  Buried in the shadow  Beneath my cypress tree    No trace of Helen at the remains of Troy  But her glorious beauty shining through  On many a gracious peasant girl  In picturesque villages far below    Winds of Galicia, mountains of Spain  Portuguese valleys, English domain  Skandinavia, Alexandria  Passion for wandering, impossible to restrain    My grave is easily found  And there I shall gladly be  Buried in the shadow  Beneath my cypress tree    When my time on earth is over  And my journey has come to an end  Remembering the white cliffs of Dover  Or the breeze of our Lowlands    Of our Lowlands