We left you in primroses, left you in bluebells,
We left you with blossoms upon the pear tree.
We've been round the rooms and we've said our last farewells;
Farewell, old house, you'll see no more of me.
Farewell, the attics where boys ran a train-line;
Gone, the floor wrecked where they jumped from their bunks.
On the low doorways, new heads will grow pain-lined;
Under new children, more floors will be junked.
Lost in the garden, the tail of a slow-worm,
Torn from its roots by a cat's grasping paw.
Long may you live, that a new one may grow, worm;
Farewell, all beasts; we will see you no more.
Farewell, the house where a family grew up!
Farewell, the rooms where a couple grew old.
Come, the new owners, and make your first brew-up;
Cherish this house, lest its heart should grow cold.