The Old Home

I LEFT MY OLD HOME IN THE MOUNTAINS
AND THE ONLY FRIENDS I EVER HAD
AND THOUGH I HAVE TRAVELED THIS WORLD OVER
MY HEART'S BEEN SO LONESOME AND SAD.

I'M GOIN' BACK TO THE OLD HOME
BACK TO THE PLACE I LOVE SO WELL
WHERE THE SWEET WATERS FLOW
AND THE WILD FLOWERS GROW
ALL AROUND THAT OLD HOME ON THE HILL.

I KNOW MY DEAR OLD MOTHER LOVES ME
AND I KNOW SHE'S WAITING THERE STILL
WITH A TWINKLE IN HER EYE & SILVER IN HER HAIR
IN THAT OLD CABIN HOME ON THE HILL.

IT'S BEEN MANY YEARS NOW SINCE I SAW HER
AND I'VE TRAVELLED MANY A MILE
TONIGHT THERE'S A LIGHT IN THE WINDOW
AND SHE'S WAITING AT THE DOOR WITH A SMILE.

I'M GOIN' BACK TO THE OLD HOME
BACK TO THE PLACE I LOVE SO WELL
WHERE THE SWEET WATERS FLOW
AND THE WILD FLOWERS GROW
ALL AROUND THAT OLD HOME ON THE HILL.

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