The Old House

Lonely I wander through dreams of my childhood
They bring back to memory those 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 have gone, some have wandered
No more to their homes shall these children return

Lonely the house lies and lonelier the lands
The children are scattered, the old folk are gone
Why stand I here like a ghost in the shadow?
'Tis time I was moving, 'tis time I passed on