Lonely I wander through scenes of my childhood They bring back to memory the happy days of yore Gone are the old folk, the house stands deserted No light in the window, no welcome at the door
Here's where the children played games on the heather Here's where they sailed their wee boats on the burn Where are they now? some are dead, some have wandered No more to their home will the children return
Lonely the house now, and lonely the moorland The children have scattered, the old folk are gone Why stand I here, like a ghost or a shadow? 'tis time I was movin', 'tis time I passed on.
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