I wonder how the old folks are at home

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


    You can hear the cattle lowing in the lane
    You can almost see the fields of bluegrass green
    You can almost hear them cry as they kiss the boy goodbye
    I wonder how the old folks are at home


So a village and a homestead on the farm
And a mother's love to shield you from all harm
A sweetheart praying true, a mother's love that's true
A village and a homestead on the farm


  * Refrain