Well I wonder how the old folks are at home I wonder if they'll miss me when I'm gone I wonder if they'll pray for the boy who went away And left his dear old parents so alone Now you can hear the cattle lowin' in the lane You can see the fields of blue gra** where I roam You can almost hear them cry as they kiss their boy goodbye I wonder how the old folks are at home ( el.banjo - fiddle ) 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 a sweetheart that loves you Just a village and a homestead on the farm Now you can hear the cattle lowin'...