To a mansion in the city, came a couple old and gray, to meet their son who left home long ago.
He had prospered and grown wealthy, since in youth he went away, and now his life was one of pomp and show.
And coldly he did greet them, for his friends were by his side, they often heard him boast of home so.
And coldly he did greet them, for his friends were by his side, they often heard him boast of home so.
As our own folks used to be, as our presence seemed to grieve you, we will go away and leave you.
We're sadly out of place here, we're just plain folk.
Ain't so long ago, since you were just a simple lad, and did the work all country lads should do.
In those days you never looked in shame, on mother and old dad, in fact my boy, we both were proud of you.
But something must have changed you, for your wealth has brought vain pride, your riches sometimes take to wings they say.
But you'll always find a hearty welcome at your parents' side, we will greet you in the same old loving way.
We are just plain folks, your mother and me.
Just plain folks, as our own folks used to be.
As our presence seemed to grieve you, we will go away and leave you.
We're sadly out of place here, we're just plain folk.
Ain't so long ago, since you were just a simple lad, and did the work all country lads should do.