I Wonder How the Old Folks Are At

I Wonder How the Old Folks Are At - Mac Wiseman

I wonder how the old folks are at home

I wonder if they miss me while I roam

I wonder if they pray for the boy who went away

And left his dear old parents all alone

You could hear the cattle lowing in the lane

You could see the fields of blue grass green

You could almost hear them cry as they kiss their boy goodbye

But I wonder how the old folks are at home

Just a village and a homestead on the farm

And a mother's love to keep you from all harm

A mother's love so true a sweetheart that loves you

And a village and a homestead on the farm

You could hear the cattle lowing in the lane

You could see the fields of blue grass green

You could almost hear them cry as they kiss their boy goodbye

But I wonder how the old folks are at home

You could hear the cattle lowing in the lane

You could see the fields of blue grass green

You could almost hear them cry as they kiss their boy goodbye

But I wonder how the old folks are at home