CONCARNEAU
No matter to what land I goMy dreams are all of Concarneau.
O Spirit of the Druid Past,Have you a spell around me cast?It makes no difference where I go,At night I live in Concarneau.
In lovely Venice all the dayI sail upon the water-way,Enraptured with la vie sur l'eau,—By night I'm back in Concarneau.
I meet a friend—1I say hello!Meet me tonight at so and so—And then I think and say—Ah no!Tonight I'll be in Concarneau.
I'm weary that I can't forget,—Sometimes I think I am,—and yetPerhaps I love to have it so,Always to dream of Concarneau.
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