Well I wonder how the old folks are at home
I wonder if they miss me while I roam
I wonder if they pray for the boy who went away
And left his dear old parents all alone
Now you can hear the cattle lowing in the lane
You can see the fields of bluegrass where I'd roam
You can almost hear them cry as they kiss their boy goodbye
I wonder how the old folks are at home
Just a village and a homestead on the farm
And a mother's love to shield you from all harm
A mother's love so dear and a sweetheart brave and true
Just a village and a homestead on the farm
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