I Wonder How The Old Folks Are At Home lyrics

Well I wonder how the old folks are at home 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 fields of blue grass where I've grown You could almost hear them cry as they kissed their boy goodbye Well 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 a sweetheart that loves you A village and a homestead on the farm