Well 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 where I've grown You could almost hear them cry as they kissed their boy goodbye Well I wonder how the old folks are at home People who would rather live in splendor And brag about their silver and their gold People who would trade God's promise Earth's glory behold People who would rather live in mansions People who would rather live abroad But I'd rather have a little log cabin Other side of the road I'd rather live by the side of the road Try to point souls To the best of both Then to be a king or a millionaire Than to live in mansions In bright array I rather do a heavenly deed For a traveller here Or a friend in need I'd rather live By the side of the road And to help some pilgrim Along life's way