The Old House — текст песни (John Mcdermott)

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



Heres where the children played games on the heather

Heres 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.