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



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