Martha Wainwright - Whither Must I Wander Lyrics
Home no more home to me, whither must I wander?Hunger my driver, I go where I mustCold blows the winter wind over hill and heather:Thick drives the rain and my roof is in the dustLoved of wise men was the shade of my roof-treeThe true word of welcome was spoken in the door -Dear days of old with the faces in the firelightKind folks of old, you come again no moreHome was home then, my dear, full of kindly facesHome was home then, my dear, happy for the childFire and the windows bright glittered on the moorland;Song, tuneful song, built a palace in the wildNow when day dawns on the brow of the moorlandLone stands the house, and the chimney stone is coldLone let it stand, now the friends are all departedThe kind hearts, the true hearts, that loved that place of oldSpring shall come, come again, calling up the moorfowlSpring shall bring the sun and the rain, bring the bees and flowers;Red shall the heather bloom over hill and valleySoft flow the stream through the even-flowing hoursFair the day shine as it shone on my childhoodFair shine the day on the house with open doorBirds come and cry there and twitter in the chimneyBut I go for ever and come again no more
