The Old House

Lonely I wander through scenes of my childhood,
they call back to memory the 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 these children return.

Lone is the house now and lonely the moorland,
the  children are scattered, the old folks are gone,
why stand I here like a ghost in the shadows?
'Tis time I were moving, 'Tis time I passed on.