I wonder how the old folks are at home I wonder if they miss me while I've gone I wonder if they pray for their boy who went away And left his mom and papa all alone You could see the catlle lowin' in the lane You could see the fields of blue grass where I've grown You could almost hear them cry as they kissed their boy goodbye I wonder how the old folks are at home
Just the village and the homestead on the farm And the mother's love there to keep you from all harm There's the mother's love so true and the sweetheart who loves you too I wonder how the old folks are at home You could hear the catlle lowin'... I wonder how the old folks are at homeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
