The Old Home

I left my old home in the mountains

And the only friends I ever had

And while I rambled this world over

My heart felt so lonely 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 wildflowers grow

Back to the old home on the hill

I know that dear old mother?s waiting

Waiting alone on that hill

With the silver in her hair and a twinkle in her eye

In the 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 wildflowers grow

Back to the old home on the hill

Years have gone by since I saw her

I?ve traveled many a mile

But 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 wildflowers grow

Back to the old 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 wildflowers grow

Back to the old home on the hill