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memories

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Astonian

gone but not forgotten
Lonely I wonder
Through scenes of my childhood.
They bring back to memory,those happy days of ore.
Gone are the old folks.
The house is deserted,
No light at the window,
No welcome at the door.

Here,s where the children played games on the heather.
Here,s where they sailed their wee boats on the burn.
Where are they now ?
Some are dead.
Some have wondered. no more to their home
Shall those children return.

Lonely the house now,
And lonely the moorlands.
The children are scattered
The folks are gone ,
Why stand I here
Like a ghost and a shaddow  ?
Its time to I was moving .
Its time I passed on .
 
Astonian, my Uncle Murray, who was Irish, loved the words to the song "The Old House" written by Frederick O'Connor and had a record of the Irish tenor John McCormack singing the song decades ago....it may even have been preWW2. The words are lovely aren't they? It's very wistful and like so many Irish songs...sad. Thanks for posting this.
 
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