I Wonder How the Old Folks Are at Home - Mac Wiseman
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
You could hear the cattle lowing in the lane
You could see the fields of blue grass
Where I've grown
You could almost hear them cry
As they kissed their boy
Goodbye
Well 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 mother's love so true
A sweetheart that loves you
A village and a homestead on the farm
You could hear the cattle lowing in the lane
You could see the fields of blue grass
Where I've grown
You could almost hear them cry
As they kiss their boy goodbye
But I wonder how the old folks are at home
You could hear the cattle lowing in the lane
You could see the fields of blue grass
Where I've grown
You could almost hear them cry
As they kiss their boy goodbye
But I wonder how the old folks are at home
