The Old House Lyrics
The Old House - John McCormack (麦考梅克)
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
This time I was movin tis time
I passed on