Dear I'm thinking of you while here all alone I'm wishing and longing for you and for home And I'd give this old world if I could only say I'm climbing that hill headed that way. With a troubled mind and a heart filled with pain I've searched the old world for fortune and fame But I'm longing to be with you once again So we could stroll down old mem'ry lane. There's a little red house on the top of the hill Not very far from an old sirup mill For I'm lonesome and blue for some place to roam And I wish it could be down the old road to home...