One of my favorites is called DUNA:

DUNA
Words by Marjorie Pickthall; music by Josephine McGill, ©1914.

When I was a little {lad/lass} with folly on my lips
Fain was I for journeying all the seas in ships.
But now across the southern swell, every dawn I hear
The little streams of Duna, running clear.

When I was a young {man, before my beard was gray/maid, and life was glad and gay},
All to ships and sailormen I gave my heart away.
But I'm weary of the sea-wind; I'm weary of the foam
And the little stars of Duna call me home.