Lonely I wander through scenes of my childhood
It brings back fond memory those happy days that are gone
Gone are the old folk, the house stands deserted
No light in the window, no welcome at the door
Here's where we children played games on the meadow
Here's where we sailed our wee boats on the burn
Where are they now? Some have gone, some have wandered
No more to the old home will these children return
Lonely's the old house now, and lonely's the moorland
The children are scattered, the old folk are gone
Why stand I hear like a ghost or a shadow?
'Tis time I was moving, 'tis time I've passed on.
