The Scattering

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