| I left my old home in the mountains
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| And the only friends I’ve ever had.
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| And though I have traveled this world over
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| My heart’s been so lonesome and sad.
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| I’m going back to the old home,
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| Back to the place I love so well
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| Where the sweet waters flow
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| And the wildflowers grow
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| Round the old home on the hill.
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| I know my dear old mother loves me And I know she’s waiting there still
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| With the twinkle in her eye
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| And the silver in her hair
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| Our old cabin home on the hill.
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| I’m going back to the old home,
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| Back to the place I love so well
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| Where the sweet waters flow
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| And the wildflowers grow
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| Round the old home on the hill.
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| It’s many years now since I saw her
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| And I’ve traveled many a mile.
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| Tonight there’s a light in the window
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| And she’s waiting at the door with a smile.
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| I’m going back to the old home,
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| Back to the place I love so well
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| Where the sweet waters flow
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| And the wildflowers grow
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| Round the old home on the hill. |