I left my old home in the mountains, and the only friends I've ever had And though I havetraveled this world over, my heart's been so lonesome and sadI'm going back to the old home, back to the place I loved so wellWhere the sweet waters flow and the wild flowers growAround the old home on the hillI know my dear old mother loves me, and I know she's waiting there stillWith a twinkle in her eye and silver in her hair, in our old cabin home on the hillI'm going back to the old home, back to the place I loved so wellWhere the sweet waters flow and the wild flowers growAround the old home on the hillIt's many years now since I saw her, and I've traveled many a mileTonight there's a light in the window, and she's waiting at the door with a smileI'm going back to the old home, back to the place I loved so wellWhere the sweet waters flow and the wild flowers growAround the old home on the hill
