If I ever go back to Baltimore, The city of Maryland, I shall miss again as I missed before A thousand things of the world in store, The story standing in every door That beckons with every hand. I shall not know where the bonds were riven And a hundred faiths set free, Where a wandering cavalier had given Her hundredth name to the Queen of Heaven, And made oblation of feuds forgiven To Our Lady of Liberty. I shall not travel the tracks of fame Where the war was not to the strong; When Lee the last of the heroes came With the Men of the South and a flag like flame, And called the land by its lovely name In the unforgotten song. If ever I cross the sea and stray To the city of Maryland, For a stranger’s child that was there one day: And the child will never come back to play, And no-one will understand. |