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  • 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
  • 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