I've been a traveler the most of my life

I never took a home, i never took a wife

Ran away young and decided to roam

But now i'd like to see my mama and my papa back home



Home, where the rivers run cold (gold)

The water tastes good, the winters ain't cold

Home, where the trees grow tall

The home fires burn, the whippoorwills call



Well i remember stories that my daddy used to tell

Yeah my eyes'd get big, his just'd swell

I could sit for hours and listen with glee

As he'd tell of how he lived when he's a boy like me



Home, where the river runs cold (gold)

The water tastes good, the winters ain't cold

Home, where the trees grow tall

The home fires burn, and the whippoorwills call



Now, mama dear, mama do you still love your boy

After all my roamin' can i still bring you joy

Mom you sent a letter, got it not long ago (momma sent a letter..)

And you said to come home, 'cause you were missin' me so(..it said ..'cause she's..)



Home, where the rivers run cold (gold)

The water tastes good, the winters ain't cold

Home, where the trees grow tall

The home fires burn, and the whipperwills call