The Scattering - Cutting Crew

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