The Old House

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

Play game 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

It's time I was movin'

It's time I passed on

It's time I was movin'

It's time I passed on