Little white star on the mountain heather,
Little red window, warm and bright,
Far away, in the stormy weather,
Donald is thinking of you tonight:
"Sweet! sweet! night or day,
There is never a sea can bar my way,
Night or day, night or day,
There is never a sea can bar my way."

Little white bride on your snow-white pillow,
Close your eyes, the long night through,
Far away, on the blowing billow,
Donald is praying tonight, tonight for you:
"Sweet! Sweet! heart o' my dear,
There is never a pray'r that God will not hear,
Heart o' my dear, heart o' my dear,
There is never a pray'r that God will not hear."

"Little white hands, from the window waving,
Dear brown eyes so bright and gay,
All is done, the sorrow and craving,
Donald is coming to you today!
Ah, Love, dear o' my heart,
There is never an hour our souls shall part!"
Dear o' my heart, dear o' my heart,
There is never an hour our souls shall part!"