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