Texty: The Stanley Brothers. The Old Home.

I left my old home in the mountains
And the only friends I ever had
And while I rambled this world over
My heart felt so lonely and sad

I'm going back to the old home
Back to the place I love so well
Where the sweet waters flow
And the wildflowers grow
Back to the old home on the hill

I know that dear old mother?s waiting
Waiting alone on that hill
With the silver in her hair and a twinkle in her eye
In the old cabin home on the hill

I'm going back to the old home
Back to the place I love so well
Where the sweet waters flow
And the wildflowers grow
Back to the old home on the hill

Years have gone by since I saw her
I?ve traveled many a mile
But tonight there?s a light in the window
And she's waiting at the door with a smile

I'm going back to the old home
Back to the place I love so well
Where the sweet waters flow
And the wildflowers grow
Back to the old home on the hill

I'm going back to the old home
Back to the place I love so well
Where the sweet waters flow
And the wildflowers grow
Back to the old home on the hill