Boys and girls will see in time

That they were wrong to go

Fires don't burn at home, like they

Used to burn, those nights

Grew so long.

The scattering

(All the children say)

Will come again

(It's taken them away)

No seeds to fall

(All the children say)

No sons to blame

As one by one they left home.

Tired old men

Spin tales of when

A man could work

And hold his head up high

Ghosts roam this town

With pockets full of rye they'd all fall down

But soon their jars all ran dry.

The scattering

(All the children say)

Will come again

(It's taken them away)

No seeds to fall

(All the children say)

No sons to blame

As one by one they left home.

The scattering

(All the children say)

Has come again

(It's taken them away)

No seeds to fall

(All the children say)

Like better days.

The scattering

(All the children say)

Has come again

(It's taken them away)

But if skies could fall

(All the children say)

With harvest rain

Then one by one...

They'll come home.