My Father Took Me By The Hand And Led Me Home Again; (He Brought Me In From Sorrow As You'd Bring A Child From Rain). The Child'S Place At The Hearth-Stone, The Child'S Place At The Board, And The Picture At The Bed'S Head Of Wee Ones Wi' The Lord. It's Just A Child Come Home He Sees To Nestle At His Arm; (He Brought Me In From Sorrow As You'd Bring A Child From Harm). And Of The Two Of Us Who Sit By Hearth And Candle-Light, There'S Just One Hears A Woman'S Heart Break--Breaking In The Night.