I Wonder How The Old Folks Are At Home - Anne Murray

Well, I wonder how the old folks are at home

I wonder if they miss me while I’m gone

I wonder if they pray for the girl who went away

And left her 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 roamed

You could almost hear them cry as they kissed their girl goodbye

Now, 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

The sky’s above are blue a sweetheart that loves you

A village and a homestead on the farm

You could hear the cattle lowing in the lane

You could see the fields of blue grass where I’ve roamed

You could almost hear them cry as they kissed their girl goodbye

Now, I wonder how the old folks are at home

You could hear the cattle lowing in the lane

You could see the fields of blue grass where I’ve roamed

You could almost hear them cry as they kissed their girl goodbye

Now, I wonder how the old folks are at home…