Well, 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 
Chorus You could hear the cattle lowing in the lane You could see the fields of blue grass where I roamed You could almost hear them cry as they kissed their boy goodbye I wonder how the old folks are at home 
Just a village and a homestead on the farm And a mother’s love to shield you from all harm A sweetheart brave and true where troubles were so few A village and a homestead on the farm 
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