John McDermott – 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 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 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?