[00:01.89]Home no more home to me, whither must I wander
[00:09.07]Hunger my driver, I go where I must
[00:16.80]Cold blows the winter wind over hill and heather:
[00:28.09]Thick drives the rain and my roof is in the dust
[00:38.90]Loved of wise men was the shade of my roof-tree
[00:46.27]The true word of welcome was spoken in the door -
[00:56.06]Dear days of old with the faces in the firelight
[01:05.67]Kind folks of old, you come again no more
[01:20.97]Spring shall come, come again, calling up the moorfowl
[01:28.33]Spring shall bring the sun and the rain, bring the bees and flowers;
[01:35.63]Red shall the heather bloom over hill and valley
[01:46.61]Soft flow the stream through the even-flowing hours
[01:57.41]Fair the day shine as it shone on my childhood
[02:04.96]Fair shine the day on the house with open door
[02:14.19]Birds come and cry there and twitter in the chimney
[02:25.61]But I go for ever and come again no more