Well, I wonder how the old folks are at home
Well, I wonder if they miss me when I'm gone
I wonder if they pray, for their boy who went away
And left his dear old par-ents all alone...

You could hear the cattle lowing in the lane,
You could almost see the fields of bluegrass green.
You could almost hear them cry, 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 mother's love so true, and a sweetheart brave and true,
A village and a homestead on the farm....