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
['appalachian folk', 'bluegrass', 'country rock', 'folk', 'new americana', 'old-time', 'progressive bluegrass', 'traditional folk']