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.