I left my old home in the mountains, and the only friends I've ever had And though I have
traveled this world over, my heart's been so lonesome and sad
I'm going back to the old home, back to the place I loved so well
Where the sweet waters flow and the wild flowers grow
Around the old home on the hill
I know my dear old mother loves me, and I know she's waiting there still
With a twinkle in her eye and silver in her hair, in our old cabin home on the hill
I'm going back to the old home, back to the place I loved so well
Where the sweet waters flow and the wild flowers grow
Around the old home on the hill
It's many years now since I saw her, and I've traveled many a mile
Tonight there's a light in the window, and she's waiting at the door with a smile
I'm going back to the old home, back to the place I loved so well
Where the sweet waters flow and the wild flowers grow
Around the old home on the hill