Our flag floats idly o'er a sunlit sea,
Beneath an azure dome,
And wafts a welcome lazily,
To big ships gliding home.

Then zephyr-stirred she wakes and flings,
Across green rippling bars,
Blue flag wraiths, bright reflected things,
Entwined with southern stars.

Our flag floats idly o'er a southern sea,
Beneath an ideal sky,
As to the winged ship lazily,
She wafts a gay good-bye.