Homestead on the Farm

(A. P. Carter)



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' 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.



I wonder how the old folks are at home...