Travis John

Under a foreign sky,
 my fate awaits me.
 There but for God go I,
 do not forsake me.
 I am a boy,
 full of promise,
 full of freedom;
 Now joy
 is dead and done,
 I am gone.
 Before the western sea,
 my home was in the valley.
 There with my family,
 I took to manhood early.
 I was the one
 my brother called,
 my mother looked to me,
 her fine, strong son;
 Now the joy
 is dead and done,
 I am gone.
 Finding my way to go,
 the call that I should answer;
 My country's own hero,
 like music to the dancer.
 I am a boy
 full of promise,
 full of freedom;
 Now the joy
 is dead and done,
 I am gone.
 Under a weeping willow tree
 you planted roses.
 There in my memory,
 where my eternal ghost is.
 I was a boy
 full of promise,
 full of freedom;
 Now joy
 is dead and done,
 I am gone.
 Now the joy
 is dead and done,
 I am gone.