The homestead on the farm
Well, I wonder how the old folks are at home Well, 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 bluegrass where I used to roam 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 mother's love so true, and a sweetheart brave and true A village and homestead on the farm * Refrain