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 roam
I wonder if they pray for the boy who went away
And left his dear old parents all alone

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You could hear the cattle lowing in the lane
You could see the fields of blue grass where I roamed
You could almost hear them cry as they kissed 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 to shield you from all harm
A sweetheart brave and true where troubles were so few
A village and a homestead on the farm