I dreamt myself an eastern girl -
How far away is she?
No mountains are there in these lands
Who\'s rises could halt me.
A journey long through hoarfrost fields
Should hardly be ideal,
But to see my fated eastern girl,
My march shall never yield.
To wade through humid marsh and swamp
My brow should surely droop.
But to see her eyes - oh - my eastern girl\'s eyes,
Resolve, I could recoup.
Whilst, my dear, it must be said,
That I\'m sometimes half a man,
For my eastern girl I\'ll find that half -
For her I surely can.
But I doubt a day could ever come
Where my faults are so grand,
That my eastern girl should once despair
To ever take my hand.
And for all my faults, it can\'t be said,
That I have never tried.
For if my face eludes that girl,
Then I have surely died.