THE HOMESTEAD ON THE FARM

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 parents 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

Recorded 11/22/29 Atlanta, Ga
                 5/10/35 New York, NY