作曲 : Sahir Ahmed
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 it 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
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Sahir Ahmed
[00:07.000]Home no more home to me, whither must I wander?
[00:15.000]Hunger my driver, I go where I must
[00:24.000]Cold blows the winter wind over hill and heather:
[00:31.000]Thick drives the rain and my roof is in the dust
[00:43.000]Loved of wise men was the shade of my roof-tree
[00:49.000]The true word of welcome was spoken in the door -
[00:57.000]Dear days of old with the faces in the firelight
[01:07.000]Kind folks of old, you come again no more
[01:24.000]Home was home then, my dear, full of kindly faces
[01:32.000]Home was home then, my dear, happy for the child
[01:41.000]Fire and the windows bright glittered on the moorland;
[01:48.000]Song, tuneful song, built a palace in the wild
[02:00.000]Now when day dawns on the brow of the moorland
[02:06.000]Lone stands the house, and the chimney stone is cold
[02:14.000]Lone it it stand, now the friends are all departed
[02:24.000]The kind hearts, the true hearts, that loved that place of old
[02:41.000]Spring shall come, come again, calling up the moorfowl
[02:49.000]Spring shall bring the sun and the rain, bring the bees and flowers;
[02:58.000]Red shall the heather bloom over hill and valley
[03:08.000]Soft flow the stream through the even-flowing hours
[03:20.000]Fair the day shine as it shone on my childhood
[03:27.000]Fair shine the day on the house with open door
[03:37.000]Birds come and cry there and twitter in the chimney
[03:48.000]But I go for ever and come again no more