Back in the days of my childhood

In the evening when everything was still

I used to sit and listen to the fox hounds

With my dad in the old Kentucky hills



I'm on my way back to the old home,

That road winds on up the hill

But there's no light in the window,

That shined long ago where I lived



Soon my childhood days were over

I had to leave my old home

For my mom and dad were called to heaven

I was left in this world all alone



High in the hills of old Kentucky

Stands the fondest part of my memory

I'm on my way back to the old home

That light in the window I long to see