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 You could hear the cattle lowin' in the lane You could almost see the fields of blue grass green You could almost hear them cry as they kiss their boy goodbye I wonder how the old folks are at home [ banjo ] Just a village and a homestead on the farm And a mother's love to keep you from all harm A mother's love so true a sweetheart that loves you Just a village and a homestead on the farm You could hear the cattle lowin'... I wonder how the old folks are at home
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