Well, I wonder how the old folks are at home I wonder if they miss me while I'm gone I wonder if they pray for the boy who went away And left the dear old love alone You could hear the cattle mowing in the land You could see that field of bluegrass where they roam You could almost hear them cry when the kids' boys come by And I wonder how the old folks are at home . . . Just a village and a homestead on the farm And a mother's love to keep them all wrong A mother's love so true, a sweetheart that loves you Just a village and a homestead on the farm You could hear the cattle mowing in the land You could see that field of bluegrass where they roam You could almost hear them cry when the kids' boys come by And I wonder how the old folks are at home