Well I wonder how the old folks are at home
I wonder if they`ll miss me when I`m gone
I wonder if they pray
For the boy who went away
And left his dear old parents all alone


REFRAIN:
Now you can hear the cattle lowing in the lane
You can almost see the fields of bluegrass green
As they kissed their boy goodbye
I wonder how the old folks are at home

Just a village and a homestead on the farm
And a mother`s love to shield you from all harm
A sweetheart brave and true
A place we love so dear
Just a village and a homestead on the farm