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 Now you can hear the cattle lowing in the lane You can see the fields of bluegra** where I'd roam You can almost hear them cry as they kiss 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 dear and a sweetheart brave and true Just a village and a homestead on the farm