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• Artiste: Martha Wainwright
• Titre: Whither Must I Wander
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Home no more home to me, whither must I wander Hunger my driver, I go where I must Cold blows the winter wind over hill and heather Thick drives the rain, and my roof is in the dust Loved of wise men was the shade of my roof-tree The true word of welcome was spoken in the door Dear days of old, with the faces in the firelight Kind folks of old, you come again no more Spring shall come, come again, calling up the moorfowl Spring shall bring the sun and rain, bring the bees and flowers Red shall the heather bloom over hill and valley Soft flow the stream through the even-flowing hours Fair the day shine as it shone on my childhood Fair shine the day on the house with open door Birds come and cry there and twitter in the chimney But I go for ever and come again no more