I Wonder How the Old Folks Are at Home - Mac Wiseman/Bobby Osborne
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 lowin' in the lane
You could see the fields
Of blue grass green at room
You could almost hear them cry
As they kiss 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 should you from all harm
A mother's love so true a sweetheart by into
A village and a homestead on the farm
You could hear the cattle lowin' in the lane
You could see the fields
Of blue grass green at room
You could almost hear them cry
As they kiss their boy goodbye
I wonder how the old folks are at home
You could hear the cattle lowin' in the lane
You could see the fields
Of blue grass green at room
You could almost hear them cry
As they kiss their boy goodbye
I wonder how the old folks are at home
