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.

break . . .

it's been 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.

turnaround stall.(wild flowers grow...)



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Writer(s): Carter Stanley
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