[00:08.36]Home no more home to me, whither must I wander?
[00:16.21]Hunger my driver, I go where I must.
[00:20.41]Cold blows the winter wind over hill and heather;
[00:33.26]Thick drives the rain, and my roof is in the dust.
[00:43.75]Loved of wise men was the shade of my roof-tree.
[00:51.34]The true word of welcome was spoken in the door --
[01:02.69]Dear days of old, with the faces in the firelight,
[01:14.26]Kind folks of old, you come again no more.
[01:31.45]Home was home then, my dear, full of kindly faces,
[01:39.86]Home was home then, my dear, happy for the child.
[01:45.97]Fire and the windows bright glittered on the moorland;
[01:55.68]Song, tuneful song, built a palace in the wild.
[02:04.29]Now, when day dawns on the brow of the moorland,
[02:12.26]Lone stands the house, and the chimney-stone is cold.
[02:24.51]Lone let it stand, now the friends are all departed,
[02:35.61]The kind hearts, the true hearts, that loved the place of old.
[02:52.48][00:17.490]Spring shall come, come again, calling up the moorfowl,
[02:59.60]Spring shall bring the sun and rain, bring the bees and flowers;
[03:07.10]Red shall the heather bloom over hill and valley,
[03:16.58]Soft flow the stream through the even-flowing hours;
[03:27.64]Fair the day shine as it shone on my childhood --
[03:34.95]Fair shine the day on the house with open door;
[03:46.74]Birds come and cry there and twitter in the chimney --
[03:58.30]But I go for ever and come again no more.