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