They left to me their house and land Who am the next of kin, On what was theirs I lay my hand And freely I go in. Before the hearth where they did sit I speak my "yes" and "no" -- I am the master over it, That once did come and go. I would repeat the bitter sting Of all my early need -- Yes, I would own not anything But have Them here instead. I would resign my years of right If I could hear Them say, "We cannot let you go tonight" Or "Come and spend the day." Now, this estate is all my own, As far as eye can see, But not a voice breaks the air And no one speaks to me. |