There's a place that's far away and a little mound of clay That recalls to me the days of long ago When I'd sit on mother's knee and she'd talk and sing to me How I loved her Boston accent sweet and low Her love will always linger I can see her day by day As she sits there in that little cabin home Though the house is blown away and the fields with grass are gray I will never forget my Ozark Mountain home Oh I bow my head in sorrow for I know we'll meet tomorrow In that little mound of clay there in the hills I'm going back and build a shack by that little mound of clay I'm going back and build a shack in those Ozark Hills far away Oh her life was sweet to me just as sweet as sweet can be Though her aching heart was always full of pain From that little mound of clay she will guide me day by day And I'll never roam the distant west again In words that live for ever she advised me Not to never take advantage of the weak ones of our day Though we're better off in name we will all just be the same When we meet there in the shadow of the clay Oh I bow my head in sorrow for I know we'll mee tomorrow In that little mound of clay there in the hills I'm going back and build a shack by that little mound of clay I'm going back and build a shack in those Ozark hills far away