Theres Always A Mother 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 folk to dwell

So spoke a kind old mother to her boy one summer’s day

If you’re mind’s made up that way I wish you well

The old home will be lonesome

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

If sickness over takes 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 waiting you at home

Ten years later to this village came a stranger no one knew

His steps were haunt and ragged clothes he wore

As down the lane he trod

At last he stopped before a cottage door

He gently knocked no sound he heard

But then he heard a voice well known to him

Twas 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

If sickness over takes 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 waiting you at home