The Scattered Ones

Ye scattered ones

Tralvelling o'er the plains

Where dost thou call home?

Is it the rock in the side

of the mountian high

or the stream in the midst

of the barren forest?

Ye scattered ones

Toil and strife

Where dost thou call home?

Alas, it is here

with thy mother dear

Come home my child,

     Come near.