The old home

I left my old home in the mountain
And all the freinds I ever had
And while I rambled this world over
My heart's been so lonely and sad


	I'm going back to the old home
	Back to the place I love so well
	Where the sweet waters flow and the wild flowers grow
	Back to the old home on the hill


I know my dear old mother's waiting
Waiting alone on the hill
With the silver in her hair and a twinkle in her eye
In the old cabin home on the hill


	* Refrain


Here's half a mile since I saw her
I've traveled many a mile
But tonight there's a light in the window
And she's waiting at the door with a smile


	* Refrin