There's A Mother Always Waiting At Home

"So, you're going to leave the old home, Jim Today you're going away So, you're going among the city folks to dwell" So spoke a kind old mother To her boy one summer day "If your mind's made up that way, I wish you well The old home will be lonesome We'll miss you when you go The birds won't sing so sweet when you're not nigh But if you get in trouble, Jim Just write and let us know" She spoke these words and then she said goodbye CHORUS: If sickness overtakes you Or old companions shake you As through this world you wander all alone When friends you haven't any In your pocket not a penny There's a mother always awaiting you at home Ten years later to this village Came a stranger no one knew His steps were halt and ragged clothes he wore The little children laughed at him As down the lane he trod At last he stopped before a cottage door He gently knocked, no sound he heard He thought, "Can she be dead?" But then he heard a voice well known to him Was his mother's voice, but her hair had silvered By the touch of time And she said, "Thank God, they've sent me home my Jim" REPEAT CHORUS