The Old Home

I left my old home in the mountains
And the only friends I've ever had
And though I have traveled this world over
My heart's been so lonesome and sad

I'm going 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 the 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 and silver in her hair
And our old cabin home on the hill

I'm going 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 the old home on the hill

It's many years now since I saw her
And I've traveled many a mile
Tonight there's a light in the window
And she's waiting at the door with a smile

I'm going 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 the old home on the hill