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 and cry there and twitter in the chimney
 But I go for ever and come again no more