The Old Home - Doc Watson

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

Round 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.

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

Round the old 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.

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

Round the old home on the hill.