Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Will Liverman
Baritone
Jonathan King
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ralph Vaughan Williams
Composer
Robert Louis Stevenson
Lyrics
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
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.
[Verse 2]
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.
[Verse 3]
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 let it stand,
now the friends are all departed,
The kind hearts, the true hearts,
that loved the place of old.
[Verse 4]
Spring shall come, come again,
calling up the moorfowl,
Spring shall bring the sun and rain,
bring the bees and the 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 shine
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.
Written by: Ralph Vaughan Williams
