Classic Poem

Mother, my love is going hence
In distant lands to be,
But from my mind he cannot go:
Who will bring him back to me?
Who will bring him back to me?

Mother, it came into my heart,
In dream it came to me,
That my dear love was going hence,
To the islands of the sea;
But from my mind he cannot go:
Who will bring him back to me?
Who will bring him back to me?

Mother, it struck upon my heart,
In dream it came to me,
That my dear love was going hence
Unto a far country,
Even in Aragon to dwell;
But from my mind he cannot go:
Who will bring him back to me?
Who will bring him back to me?