Well, I wonder how the old folks are at home
Well, 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 bluegrass where I used to roam
You could almost hear them cry as they kissed their boy goodbye
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, and a sweetheart brave and true
A village and homestead on the farm

* Refrain