كلمات I Wish I Was In The Southland Sitting In a Chair

I left my old home in the mountains And the only friends I ever had And while I rambled this world over My heart felt so lonely 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 Back to the old home on the hill I know that dear old mother's waiting Waiting alone on that hill With the silver in her hair and a twinkle in her eye In the old cabin home on the hill Years have gone by since I saw her IÃ,'ve traveled many a mile But tonight there's a light in the window And she's waiting at the door with a smile