Oh when shall I wander again on Catbells
And gaze at the slopes of the fair Newlands fells?
Oh when shall I climb to Skiddaw's snowy top?
Oh when will this exile from Cumberland stop?

Derwentwater I dreamt of your beauty last night,
I walked on your shores in the soft evening light,
I climbed Castlehead and drank in that great view;
Oh when will my dream of enchantment come true?

Farewell to the city, the noise and the grime
I am walking your streets for the very last time.
Of what use are status and riches to me?
I'll go to the mountains and there I'll be free.

Blencathra stands boldly the exile to greet,
The sweet vale of Keswick is spread at my feet,
Now Causey Pike's summit stands clear to the west
And I have come home to the place I love best.