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