I left my old home to ramble this country My mother and dad said, "Son don't go wrong Remember that God will always watch over you And we will be waiting for you here at home" "Son, don't go astray", was what they both told me "Remember that love for God can be found" But now they're both gone, this letter just told me For years they've been dead, the fields have turned brown For many long years I traveled in sorrow No thoughts of the day when I would return Now as I go home and find no one waiting The price I have paid to live and to learn "Son, don't go astray", was what they both told me "Remember that love for God can be found" But now they're both gone, this letter just told me For years they've been dead, the fields have turned brown