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