I left my old home in the mountains,
And the only friends I've ever had,
And though I have traveled this world over,
My heart's been so lonesome 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,
All around the old home on the hill.
I know my dear old mother loves me,
And I know she's waiting there still,
With the twinkle in her eye and the silver in her hair,
Our old cabin home on the hill.
It's many years now since I saw her,
And I've traveled many a mile,
Tonight there's a light in the window,
And she's waiting at the door with a smile.
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