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