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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.
- Album:
- Docs Prescription
- The Definitive Doc Watson
- Americana Master Series: Best Of Doc Watson
- Miscellaneous
- Memories
- Doc Watson Live In San Francisco 1964
- The Bottom Line Archive Series: (2002)
- Old Timey Concert
- Celtic Drinking Songs
- Third Generation Blues
- The Vanguard Years
- Live From San Francisco (S.F. State College, 1965)
- Celebrate Blues & Bluegrass - Memphis Slim & Doc Watson...
- Corn Likker Blues
- The Rambling Hobo & Other Favorites
- Doc Watson At Gerdes Folk City
- Doc Watson on Stage
- Celebrate Blues & Bluegrass: Memphis Slim & Doc Watson
- Blues Unplugged
- Men of Classic Country, Vol. 1