I left my old home in the mountains
And the only friends I ever had
And while I rambled this world over
My heart felt so lonely and sad
I?m going back to the old home
Back to the place I love so well
Where the sweet waters flow and the wildflowers grow
Back to the old home on the hill
I know that dear old mother?s waiting
Waiting alone on that hill
With the silver in her hair and a twinkle in her eye
In the old cabin home on the hill
Years have gone by since I saw her
I?ve traveled many a mile
But tonight there?s a light in the window
And she?s waiting at the door with a smile
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