A Seaman's Promise

When Christmas wakes my country
I shall fly home swiftly
I'll trace that long abandoned way
Back to where I used to be.

The golden grains shall meet me there,
Fully-laden as before,
Gracefully spilling over
Starring the plains with splendor.

When Christmas greets my homeland,
With wild violets so blue
Drifting on the wind's gentle hand,
I shall return to you.

For along my hometown's lane
Awaits a cosy harbor
For me who once did feel the rain
Trickle down my heart's own door.

For one who in December treads
The sun blessed grounds returns
When far across the amber fields,
Christmas' first candle burns.




by: Maria Luisa Tejero Torrento