Whither Must I Wander Lyrics - Martha Wainwright - Martha Wainwright

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