Well I wonder how the old folks are at home
I wonder if they'll miss me when I'm gone
I wonder if they pray for the boy who went away
And left his dear old parents all alone

Now you can hear the catlle lowing in the lane
You could almost see the fields of blue grass canes
You could almost hear them cry as they kissed their boy goodbye
I wonder how the old folks are at home

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Just the village and the homestead on the farm
And the mother's love there to cheer you from all harm
A sweetheart brave and true a place you love so dear
Just the village and the homestead on the farm

Now you can hear the catlle...