Your love to where your heart belongs Is moved by words of ancient songs. You heard and sang in your young years; When old, you cry when your ear hears.
A song you heard your mother sing And it remains in heart to ring. Each time you hear, you hide yourself As absence brings your tender grief.
A kind of dish or glass of drink Your father loved and made you link That glass with him that when you see Past scenes are unlocked by that key.
A place each used and never changed And what he loved he there arranged. You've changed your house but those sites stay When you recall your sighs they sway.