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.