I was pretty young when I found this poem and made the tune for it. I went off and sang it for my grandmother, rest her gentle voice, and she said something like: "That's nice, dear, but you've got the tune all wrong." A good idea gets around, I guess.
When I was a little lad
With folly on my lips,
Fain was I for journeying
All the seas in ships.
But I'm weary of the sea wind,
I'm weary of the foam,
And the little stars of Duna
Call me home.
When I was a young man,
Before my beard was grey,
All to seas and islands
I gave my heart away.
But now across the Southern swell
Every dawn I hear
The little streams of Duna
Running clear.
Duna is recorded on the albums Clear Away in the Morning and A Tune for November, and is also in the songbook Time and the Flying Snow