Whither Must I Wander?

Home no more home to me, whither must I wander?
Hunger my driver, I go where I must Cold blows the winter wind over
hill and heather: Thick drives the rain and my roof is in the dust
Loved of wise men was the shade of my roof-tree The true word of
welcome was spoken in the door - Dear days of old with the faces in
the firelight Kind folks of old,
you come again no more Home was home then, my dear,
full of kindly faces Home was home then, my dear,
happy for the child Fire and the windows bright glittered on the
moorland; Song, tuneful song,
built a palace in the wild Now when day dawns on the brow of the
moorland Lone stands the house,
and the chimney stone is cold Lone lt it stand,
now the friends are all departed The kind hearts, the true hearts,
that loved that place of old Spring shall come, come again,
calling up the moorfowl Spring shall bring the sun and the rain,
bring the bees and flowers;
Red shall the heather bloom over hill and valley Soft flow the stream
through the even-flowing hours Fair the day shine as it shone on my
childhood Fair shine the day on the house with open door Birds come
But I go for ever and come again no more