[ Featuring David Barton ]
Come back to me, little dancing feet that roam the wide world o'er
I long for the lilt of your flying steps in my silent rooms once more
Come back to me, little voices gay with laughter and with song
Come back, little hearts beating high with hopes, I have missed and mourned you long
My roses bloom in my garden walks all sweet and wet with the dew
My lights shine down on the long hill road the waning twilights through
The swallows flutter about my eaves as in the years of old
And close about me their steadfast arms the lisping pine trees fold
But I am weary for you at morn and eve, O, children of my love
Come back to me from your pilgrim ways, from the seas and plains ye rove
Come over the meadows and up the lane to my door set open wide
And sit ye down where the red light shines from my welcoming fireside
I keep for you all your childhood dreams, your gladness and delights
The joy of days in the sun and rain, the sleeps of carefree nights
All the sweet faiths ye have lost and sought again shall be your own
Darlings, come to my empty heart - I am old and still and alone