The old house

Lonely I wander through scenes of my childhood,

They call back to mem'ry those happy days of yore,

Gone are the old folk, the house stands deserted,

No light in the windows, 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 shall those children return.

Lone is the house now and lonely the moorland,

The children are scattered, the old folk are gone.

Why stand I here like a ghost and a shadow?

'Tis time I were moving, 'tis time I passed on.