The Homestead on the Farm - Flatt, Scruggs

Well, I wonder how the old folks are at home

I wonder if they’ll miss me when I’m gone?

I wonder if they pray for their boy who went away

And left his dear old parents all alone

Now, you can hear the cattle lowing in the lane

You can almost see the fields of bluegrass green

You can almost hear them cry, as they kissed their boy goodbye

I wonder how the old folks are at home?

Just a village and a homestead on the farm

And a mother’s love to shield you from all harm

A sweetheart brave and true, the place to love so dear

Just a village and a homestead on the farm