The Old Home

I left my old home in the mountains
 And the only friends I ever had
 And while I rambled this world over
 My heart felt 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 wildflowers grow
 Back to the old home on the hill
 I know that dear old mother's waiting
 Waiting alone on that hill
 With the silver in her hair and a twinkle in her eye
 In the old cabin home on the hill
 I'm going back to the old home
 Back to the place I love so well
 Where the sweet waters flow
 And the wildflowers grow
 Back to the old home on the hill
 Years have gone by 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
 I'm going back to the old home
 Back to the place I love so well
 Where the sweet waters flow
 And the wildflowers grow
 Back to the old home on the hill
 I'm going back to the old home
 Back to the place I love so well
 Where the sweet waters flow
 And the wildflowers grow
 Back to the old home on the hill