I Wonder How The Old Folks Are At Home - Lyrics - 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...