The Wandering Boy

Out in the cold world and far away from home

Somebody's boy is wandering alone

No one to guide him and keep his footsteps right

Somebody's boy is homeless tonight

Out in the hall way there stands a vacant chair

Yonder the shoes my darling used to wear

Empty the cradle the one that's loved so well

How I miss him there's none can tell

   Bring back my boy, my wandering boy

   Far, far away wherever he may be

   Tell him his mother with faded cheeks and hair

   At their old home is waiting him there

Oh, could I see him and fold him to my breast

That way I'd close my eyes and be at rest

There is no other that's left to give me joy

Bring back my boy, my wandering boy

Well I remember the parting words he said

We'll meet again where no sad tears are shed

There'll be no goodbyes in that bright land so fair

When done with life, I'll meet you up there

Recorded 8/2/27 Bristol, Tn
                6/8/38 Charlotte, NC